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miss_swampBobby has been playing up his injured leg so hard, it's getting ridiculous. At any given moment, whether he can stand, sit, crawl or just lie on the ground like an injured sparrow depends on his mood and what seems most adventageous. He can stand if there's a train table, but if his dirty dishes need to be placed in the sink, then both legs and probably both arms are writhing in misery.
Drew's been pretty patient, but he isn't just putting up with it, either; for that, I'm glad. Today I took both boys to look for a few small presents and supplies for Ellen's birthday. I was listening to them as we drove, arguing about who'd sit where in the cart.*
Bobby: I want to sit on top!
Drew: No, I want to sit on top!
Bob: I want to sit on top because my leg is broken.
Drew: But I want to sit on top.
[etc. forever]
Bob: But my leeeeg is broooooken.
Drew: (impatiently): Maybe you can sit on top of the green van.
[A few minutes later, we drove by a fire station, which led to gleeful applause, then the next debate]
Bob: I want to drive that fire truck.
Drew: No, I want to drive that fire truck!**
Bob: But Iiii want to drive that fire truck!
Drew: But, Bobby, you have a broken leg.
* They were mad when I took them to the independent toy store instead of Target, but after about 12 seconds they realized its awesomeness and we stayed and played for almost an hour.
** Detecting a pattern to their conversations? They aren't particularly whiny or upset, but these me-no-me arguments do get old.
Drew's been pretty patient, but he isn't just putting up with it, either; for that, I'm glad. Today I took both boys to look for a few small presents and supplies for Ellen's birthday. I was listening to them as we drove, arguing about who'd sit where in the cart.*
Bobby: I want to sit on top!
Drew: No, I want to sit on top!
Bob: I want to sit on top because my leg is broken.
Drew: But I want to sit on top.
[etc. forever]
Bob: But my leeeeg is broooooken.
Drew: (impatiently): Maybe you can sit on top of the green van.
[A few minutes later, we drove by a fire station, which led to gleeful applause, then the next debate]
Bob: I want to drive that fire truck.
Drew: No, I want to drive that fire truck!**
Bob: But Iiii want to drive that fire truck!
Drew: But, Bobby, you have a broken leg.
* They were mad when I took them to the independent toy store instead of Target, but after about 12 seconds they realized its awesomeness and we stayed and played for almost an hour.
** Detecting a pattern to their conversations? They aren't particularly whiny or upset, but these me-no-me arguments do get old.
