Preston: [giggling] I'm such a break-up.

Me: Huh? [pause] You mean "crack-up"?

Preston: [giggling exactly the same as before] I'm such a crack up.

He didn't even acknowledge that I corrected him, until Albert and I started cracking up about it. Or breaking up about it...whichever. :)

Preston's Outfit Today

An argyle-print, black v-neck sweater - with bright blue, red, and gray diamonds in the print.

Navy windpants with a grey and white stripe down the side.

Green camo rain boots.

Whatever, dude.

Duh...

Preston: I had chicken wings for lunch today at school.

Albert: You did? What was on them?

Preston: Meat.

Albert: Yeah, but what was ON them?

Preston: CHICKEN!

Albert: I know THAT! What kind of sauce or flavor?

Preston: Oh. Nothing. Just meat and chicken.

Preston and I will be spending 19 consecutive days off work and school later this month. I imagine I'll have plenty of blogging material...

Days of Shame

I can't believe I'm blogging this story, I'm so embarassed by it...

Preston is spoiled. ROTTEN. By everyone. It really doesn't matter what actions I take to remedy the situation, because he'll tell you straight up if I don't get it, daddy will. If daddy won't, Grandma/Grandpa/Ducky/Papa D/Granddad/Aunt Steph/Uncle Chris/Tia Suzy....you get the point; there is a whole back-up list...

So, Tia Suzy took Preston with her the other day. It was cold, he was under-dressed (thanks, dad), and he came home with 2 bubble whistles and a coat; later, I heard about how the day really went down...

Preston: Tia Suzy, I want that.

Tia Suzy: Ok!

Preston: Tia, I want that, too.

Tia Suzy: Ok! (a little later) P are you cold? You want a jacket?

Preston: [teeth chattering] No. I'm fine.

Tia Suzy bought the coat anyway. (THANK YOU!)

Preston: Tia, I want that.

Tia Suzy: No, Preston. You have enough stuff.

Preston: [yelling] You're AWFUL! You're just AWFUL. You won't buy me ANYTHING I want. You're awful, Tia Suzy! You won't buy me [insert item just seen here, and repeat]

[screeching record sound] WHAT?!

That's right. He called her awful. A bunch. Loudly. In public. Because she wouldn't buy him MORE stuff than she already had. I asked him about it. Asked him why he thought it was okay to say those things about his Tia when she had already bought bubbles and toys and a coat. You know what he said to me? "I didn't ask for the coat, she just bought it." For her part, Tia Suzy just laughs because she thinks it's funny.

And so, the story is told. It's a part of the vast, never-ending, always there world wide web...and I'll tell you why, in all my embarassment and shame, I blogged it. One day, many years from now, my grandchildren will be about 6 years old and Preston will be sitting on my couch begging me to stop buying them stuff so they can learn to appreciate everything they have...and I will sit, and smile, and google.

FYI...

Fangs are not, in fact, called "fangs" - it's "VANGS." So says Preston.

On the other hand, P's reading is getting so good...and adorable. The other day he read me "The Story of the Three Bears" - WITH voices. :)

For all of you asking what P wants for Christmas...

"Everything on TV. For boys."

It's a direct quote, folks. Take it to the bank.