Vian: Amma, the roomba is not cleaning anything. Yoshi: Let me check. She finds lego pieces and strings blocking the Roomba wheels. Yoshi: Thank you, Vian. You’re right it wasn’t picking up anything. Me: Vian, did you just tattle on Roomba to your mother?
When we were in Italy, we visited the Ufizzi museum and saw a lot of old world statues. There was one statue of a warrior holding a shield in his hand. I told the kids that it is Captain Italy who happens to be the cousin of Captain America. Obviously, neither of them believed me and Sempi groaned at my lame joke. Recently Vian started potty training. He’s proud of wearing his underwear and strikes a pose every now and then....
Vian and I are playing legos. I accidentally drop a lego piece from the table, we both bend down to get it and bonk our heads. Me: I am sorry, Vian.Vian: (rubbing his head) No appa, I am sorry. Me: I guess we’re both sorry. :)Vian: No appa. I AM SAD, SO I AM SORRY (loudly). Me: Ok. Ok you’re sorry.
Vian is 3 years old which is the minimum age required in this family to be eligible for big boy underwear. So naturally, we started potty training him this week. He’s come a long way since Monday and it is going very well. He does get frustrated by the inconvenience of having to stop playing just to empty his bladder. This morning he declared “I need to wear diapers or else I’m not going to eat anymore**!...
We are at the dining table. I take out the croissant from the bag and place it on a plate in front of Vian. Vian: Appa, what kind of “cossant” is it? Me: It’s a plain croissant, Vian. Vian: No. It’s a bum-bum “cossant”. Me: Huh? Vian: Look it (pointing to his misshapen croissant that looks like a butt). You win this round, Vian.