Mommy's headband

When I came home from work and took my headband off to relieve my head stress, I had a funny feeling as I placed it down on the coffee table.  It was a feeling that told me, 'it's not a good idea to put this here'!  But I ignored the feeling as I carried on to the kitchen to cook dinner.  Not even ten minutes into cooking dinner, a distressed looking Joshi comes running into the kitchen with my headband........in two!!  He was all panicked trying to magically stick it back together by ramming the two pieces together.  Lucky for him I was also on the phone, so I told for him to put it down on the kitchen table.  After my phone call ended, I walked into the living room, broken headband in hand.  I sat down.  "So why is my headband broken Joshi"?  Well, (let me just fill this bit in with blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, as I honestly do not remember the rambling that went on here as he seriously tried for his dear life to explain the procedure of 'accidently' breaking my headband)!  "So are we friends Mommy", he ended?  "Are you going to buy me a new headband", I replied.  "Well there are no more headbands left on the whole planet, so I can't get you one", he said!  "Oh really, well I know for a fact that you can get me a new headband from CVS", I contended.  Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head, "I know where I can get you a new headband, from the headband shop"!  He was completely just trying to be cute to charm me into forgiveness.  What can I say, it worked!

Chewing glass!

What is it about stuff on the floor that looks so appealing and desirable to kids!!  I heard Joshi crunching on something the other night, at first it sounded like he was grinding his teeth, then I realized he was chewing something, so I asked him what he was chewing on.  The look of complete and utter guilt that washed over his face was of course the main indicator that he was not chewing on a nice healthy snack!  "Spit it out", I said!  His jaws clamped shut knowing that he was on the road to being in deep diddles!  "Spit it out now Joshua Scott Lee"!  I held out my cupped hand by his mouth and lo and behold, he spits out a piece of glass that he picked up from the floor!  "Why" I ask, "why would you pick up something off of the floor and put it in your mouth, (never mind the fact that it's a piece of freaking glass), that is sooooooooooooo disgusting"!  So then I just get the glassy stare, you know that 'I know I did wrong but there are no words to explain my stupidity right now so I'll just stare at you", kind of stare!  What can I do with that?  My repeated question of "why" draws no logical answer, so I put him in time out for putting stuff from the floor in his mouth.  Did that punishment work?  Absolutely not!  Yesterday I caught him chewing on a piece of fluff, yes I said it, fluff, that he had, yes you guessed it, picked up from the floor!!!!!  Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy people, why?

The lady bug

"Mommy, Mommy, I found a lady bug on the floor and she's dead"! "Let's flush her down the toilet and say a prayer", I say, to which the response is not one of agreement! Joshi is basically disgusted that I would suggest such a thing! "No Mommy, we must put her outside so her family can find her", says Joshi. I, at this point, realize I have my son's fragile and pure imagination in my hands, and as we have 'saved' many a crippled lady bug in the past, no doubt dragged in by Winston, I must assist this time also as my son 'saves' this one. I manage to talk him into the whole flushing down the loo thing by telling him that by doing so, she will go up to heaven where God will fix her then send her back down to her family. So there we are in the bathroom, Joshi has the ladybug in his hand, just about to drop her into the toilet, our heads bowed, when he drops her. Pandemonium breaks loose when Winston trots in and we cannot find the ladybug and Joshi's freaking out cause he thinks Winston ate her, but no, after at least five minutes of searching for this dead ladybug, thinking to myself where the flip could she have gone, we find her....................squashed on the bottom of my dear sons foot!! I was laughing so hard that I was almost crying, which was great because through Joshi's devastation, he asks me why am I laughing, to which I reply, "I am not laughing honey, I am crying for the ladybug"!!!!!