Dalton was acting out a little (ok, a lot) on the way home tonight. Amongst other rants, he threatened to throw his lemonade on the floor. He was upset because I would not reach back there and get it while driving on the interstate. For some reason totally unknown to me, he kept refusing to just sit the cup in his cup holder. Anyway, I told him that he would be in a lot of trouble if he threw it on the floor. He did hold onto it (never gave in and put it in the cup holder) until we got to our exit and it was safer for me to reach and get it. He was really quiet for a couple of blocks and then told me said, "Mom, I'm sorry I had a bad attitude." I told him what a big boy thing that was to say.

He's growing up way too fast.

The Red Button

When asked we have always told Dalton that the car's flashers are for emergencies when you have to go really fast. Well, he has interpreted that the flashers are like super boosters that make the car go faster. On our way home from church tonight, I was driving a little slower because of the fog we've had all day. Cars were passing us and Dalton was encouraging (demanding) me to speed up. A particularly fast truck passed us and Dalton said, "They must have pushed their red button!"

Any time we repeat a meal, Dalton has started telling me about the last time we ate it. I haven't been that impressed until last night when we had little tacos which we haven't had for many months - maybe even a year. He told me that we had watched Madagascar (the first one) and he was allowed to eat in the living room the last time we had them. Then he told me the exact plate that he ate on. Wish I still had that kind of memory.

When we told Dalton that it was suppose to snow, he asked if we had to put our Christmas stuff back up.

Self-Coaching

So there was a bath accident last night and both kids had to be herded to my shower. Dalton has always been terrified of the shower and threw fits about it. Maggie Anne loves to play in them. When she went on in, Dalton did too. They had fun playing and I ended up drenched leaning in to clean them. I was dreading washing Dalton's hair because rinsing it is usually where he flips out. Well, the time came to rinse his hair and he took a couple of deep breaths. As he stuck his head under the shower he kept saying, "You can do this Dalton. Be brave Dalton. You can do this." We almost could not keep from laughing. He was very proud that he made it through it.

Driving too fast?

We were going to pick up Boyd from his office yesterday and Dalton said that it was raining. It was not, in fact, raining and I told him so. He insisted that it was and I asked him where were the raindrops on my window. He said that it was raining, but that we were driving too fast for the rain to hit our car. I don't go that fast.

More Fun with the Box . . .