the four year old is quite the finicky eater. tonight he was disturbed to find that there was a "LEAVE" on his broccoli. (the horror!) so i told him about photosynthesis, complete with interpretive dancey beautiful arm unfolding movements, and ended up convincing him to try the leave. which he pronounced "GOOD!"
we then had a talk about how vegetables are healthy for you, and dark green vegetables are extra healthy for you. then the conversation turned to the carrots he was eating, and he also pronounced them "GOOD!" (seriously, it's like chapter one of genesis sometimes, when i trick him into trying something he's decided he hates without tasting it.) i mentioned that carrots have lots of vitamins in them, and that they're especially good for one's eyes. "BUT WHY ARE THEY GOOD FOR YOUR EYES?" he asked. "the help your eyes grow healthy and strong," i answered (this is pretty much my stock answer for why any healthy food is healthy. i think it's true, and if he notices that i always say the same thing, he hasn't mentioned it yet.) "OHHHHH. YESSSS," he answered, in his WATCH ME I'M ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING ADORABLE voice, "THEY HELP MY EYES TO BE ABLE TO DO THIS WINKING THING." and just as i was getting ready to watch him blink all twitchy-like, he opened his giant, blue, giraffe-eyelashed eyes wide, and winked. four. winked!
and as if that wasn't enough, the two and a half year old did a great job bringing the truly surreal to the table, announcing loudly and to no one in particular, "I AM A DOGGY! A MEAN, MEAN, SCARY DOGGY! AND I WILL EAT PEOPLE! BUT NOT BOYS! THEY ARE GIRLS! BUT I GET NICE WITH COOOOKIESSSS!"
i have that weird kind of sore throat where it kind of feels like i'm drowning most of the time. i guess it's postnasal drip? but i don't have any sort of prenasal drip. is that even possible? (paging dr. beat! i mean, dr. joe!) also i kind of feel like i'm going to barf, but not because of a sad tummy situation; it's because i feel like my throat is gagging me.
and i think i'm a little feverish. so now i'm conflicted: do i go to work tomorrow? i have so much to do that being gone will be kind of awful, but i feel gross, but maybe i'll feel better tomorrow, but maybe i really do need to take it easy.
i also feel ambivalent about most forms of food. microwaveable bean and cheese burritos are still making the cut, but not much else. bleh.
i talked to the mamacita today and she said i should stay home tomorrow.
why, why, WHY do you screw up my links? not all the time, just often enough to really, really frustrate me. if i am trying to use your handy little link button, i DON'T want you to delete my text and insert this link instead: http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif. because, in addition to making my text vanish, you garble the link location too. this pretty much ruins everything.
update: i also do not appreciate it when you insert "http://www.canwealljustagree.blogspot.com/" in front of my links. that doesn't mess up the order of my text or randomly delete part of it, which i appreciate, but i would appreciate it more if you could really just stop doing that.
also, i know that i keep mentioning it, but it really burns my biscuits that i can't use a different gmail address in a different tab while posting. lame.
[important sidenotes: the four year old and i are talking about the pizza i'm cutting for him and his sister to eat for dinner. he's really into learning all about the world lately, and we were discussing the fact that it is difficult to cut things exactly evenly.
both the four year old and the two-and-a-half year old are fascinated by the fact that i have housemates. i know for sure that i was way older than that before i began to consider the fact that i wouldn't live with my parents for ever and ever, amen, so i guess i can understand that. but they always ask questions about my housemates, and they remember the answers. then this is what happened:]
me: "i can't cut it in exactly the same-sized pieces."
four year old: "CAN JEFF CUT IT IN EXACTLY THE SAME-SIZED PIECES?"