We bought Preston's halloween costume this weekend -Snake Eyes from GI Joe.

He's a ninja. Preston loves ninjas. Of course, he wanted to try it on. I figured he wouldn't go for it , the costume has a full face covering, and he's really not that big on masks. He loved it. LOVED. IT.

Loved it so much, he wanted to wear it out of the dressing room.

Do you know how hard it is to convince those stores to let your 4 year old wear a costume out of the dressing room? It's hard...but not impossible. :) We got the costume home, without taking it off. He looks super cute in it - and that's not even the best part.

Snake Eyes is a ninja that took a vow of silence. P knows this, because he and Albert went to see the movie; I, on the other hand, had no idea. So when P is sitting practically silent unless forced to answer, I start wondering what's going on. The kid said 10 words over an hour time period - and he was bouncing off the walls hyper before he put the costume on. I suppose it's similar to that week around Halloween last year that he made us refer to him as Tony Stark when he wasn't wearing his Iron Man costume...either way, I love this costume, too. :)

Light, my friend...

About 6:30pm, end of January or early February [2009], driving home from the mall:

P: Mom, is it dark outside?

Me: Look out your window, and you tell me; is it dark outside?

P: Yes.

Me: Well, there is your answer.

P: Mom, I don't like when it gets dark outside. I want to play, and I don't like bed time.

Me: I know, but everyone has to get some sleep sometime so they can grow big and strong.

P: Light, my friend, his name is Light. He's going to come and visit me - he's not here right now, but he's going to come back - and he's going to give me super powers.

Me: Oh yeah?

P: Yeah, he's gone right now, but he's going to come back and give me super powers so that I can never let it be dark again.

Me: I wouldn't like that.

P: Well, Light, my friend, is going to give me superpowers to not be dark, so...

Me: Well, that should be interesting. Super powers are cool.

P: Yeah. Light is my friend. He's cool.

The Hulk

So, for Preston's birthday last year, or the Christmas before that - I can't remember - my brother got him some Hulk gloves (pictured above). Preston thought these things were great...when you smash them into something they talk and roar like the Hulk. He used to wear them around the house, and it was like he had dual personalities. If the gloves were on, he'd talk in a deep, gravelly voice, like the Hulk...but the second they came off, he was normal Preston. He was an absolute PRO and switching between the two. Here is an example of a conversation:

Hulk P: (growling) Mom, can I have some juice.

Me: Sure, here you go.

(gloves come off so he can hold the glass)

Normal P: thanks mom. (drinks and put's gloves back on)

Hulk P: I'm going to play in my room. (runs off)

So, one day we're going into his room to get dressed for bed, and he gasps as he looks at his train table. The track is all smashed up, trains are everywhere, the table is in complete disarray. Since his cousins and friends had been over playing, I just assumed they got a little zealous at the train table, and "rearranged" the tracks.

P: (very serious) Mom, do you see my trains?

Me: Yep. Did you and your cousins mess them up?

P: No.

Me: Are you sure about that?

P: No mom, we didn't do it...but I know who did.

Me: Who?

P: The Hulk.

Me: The Hulk...really...

P: Yep. He got mad, and yelled "HULK SMASH" and he smashed all my trains up, and that's why he is BAD.

Me: Was the Hulk actually Preston wearing the hulk gloves?

P: No mom, it was the real Hulk. He shouldn't come over anymore.

The conversation continued for a minute more, me questioning his honesty and him completely insisting that the real Hulk smashed up his train table. I figured I'd let it go, and eventually just told him that the next time the Hulk wanted to smash up toys, Preston should come get me first. He agreed that the Hulk needed a time out, and went to bed. The Hulk hasn't smashed up anything since then...