Backseat conversations
Seth to Arwen, “When I’m taller, I’m gonna do man work.”
Arwen, “No, when you a Daddy.”
Seth, after thinking and quietly mumbling, “No, I’m gonna do man work.”
To clarify, he’s been walking around the house for a couple of weeks carrying his backpack so stuffed it ripped a hole down the side and his “briefcase” of plastic tools, saying he’s on his way to do man work. (I think this is extra cute because Brad carries a backpack to work with his laptop in it.) Seth will make stops in different rooms, usually to “fix” a closet door.
About two months ago, I banned all toys and books from the van because they would fight, squabble, and scream over their plastic *#@!% (insert Yosemite Sam cuss words here). Drives the driver mad. We’ve made attempts to ease back into the toy sharing in the van, but it never works. I let them have a Costco receipt one day and they even fought over a piece of paper.
Now, Seth and Arwen look out their respective windows, comparing what they see moving past them, “Yay, I have a playground out my window!” or “Arwen, you got a puppy out your window. Hey, so do I!” They actually root for each other and give hoorahs for each other’s view.
This is a rare post. I typically post their milestones, accomplishments, and signs of individuality because those are the things I want to remember. But if I hadn’t taken away the toys, would they be so creative and kind about what they see out their windows?
