The Besh Moments In Life

Both from today.

First, how not to conduct a negotiation.  Back when we were struggling with potty training, we’d established that Besh could have an M&M if he did a #2.  Sometimes multiple M&Ms depending on…um…the M&Mness of it all.  But he’s been using the toilet so regularly now that he rarely asks.

Tonight, however, he used the toilet and then looked up at me.

Besh: “I made poo poo in the potty!  I can have one M&M?”

Me: “That was a super good job!  You can have TWO M&Ms?”

“I can have five M&Ms?  And four M&Ms?  And one M&M and two M&Ms and three M&Ms and forty-eight M&Ms and ten M&Ms?”

“You can have two M&Ms.”

“Oh, okay.  You put them in my hand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.  Two M&Ms.”

Lesson learned: never negotiate against yourself.

Next up, depositions.  While down in the kitchen I asked Besh if he wanted a snack.

Besh: “Oh yes, I want snake chips?”

Me: “What are you talking about?”

“Snake chips.”

“And what are snake chips?”

“Food.  You eat them.”

Lesson learned: when deposing an adversary or a toddler, if you want better answers, ask better questions.

Or at least mine.

Besh’s afternoon schedule has been a bit off since he’s now doing full day at school (meaning he gets picked up closer to 3 than 12:30 like before).  He has resisted taking a nap at school, meaning he either has no nap (which can lead to some evening challenges) or he has very late naps where he wakes up (with much encouragement) around 6-6:30, then it’s an effort to get him fed and active enough to sleep at a reasonable hour.

Yesterday there was no nap, but he was quiet during his school’s Zen time (quiet time for the kids to repair their motorcycles, I think).  So I said we could watch a movie and he said he wanted to watch Cars, which was a first.

So on the movie went.  He liked it, but then he put his head on the armrest.  He was still awake, asking questions, making comments.  Until I heard the sucking sound he makes as he falls asleep.  Since this was about 7:15, and he was sound asleep, I put him to bed thinking he would sleep a bit more.

Nope.  He woke up at 4 am.  I went up to be with him, and after some crying and laughing, we went into the theater.

Besh: “I want to watch Cars again!”

Me: “Okay.  You fell asleep during the movie.  I don’t even remember where we were.”

He gave me a really funny look.

“We were on the couch.”

This just in from Sara, currently escorting Besh through his host of birthday calls.

This morning, as Besh and Sara were lying on Besh’s bed, Besh was playing with some cushie bath trucks he got for Chanukah from Doccy (Sara’s grandmother).  Then he started throwing them off the bed.

Sara: “Besh, please don’t throw those off the bed.  That makes Mommy nutty.”

Besh: “I’m not throwing them.  I’m not.  I’m just dropping them.”

Today Besh walked over to the clock on the oven, pointed at the display and proudly proclaimed: “One two one!”

“Actually,” I tried to helpfully reply as it was much later in the day than he thought, “That says ‘Five five six.’”

“Yes,” Besh responded.  ”Five five six.  That’s what I said.”

The three of us are having dinner tonight at Zen.  Or, as Besh calls it, the Special Macaroni Place.

He looks up at the TV–Dallas playing Arizona–and yells “Yay Texas!”

Mommy: “Besh, use your inside voice please.”

Besh: “YAAAY TEXAS!”

Mommy: “Inside voice, please.  You don’t want to be rude to the other people.”

Besh: “Just two people.”

He’s referring to the only other two people in the restaurant, in the booth in front of us.  Who, coincidentally, stand up to leave.

Besh: “There they go.  YAAAAAAYYYYY  TEXXXASSSSSSSS!!!”