I know its weird - but thats what we call our little three year old angel/demon boy Jack. Seems that Mason started calling him that a while ago & now we all do for some reason?!?! We each have variations on the name....I call him Jackie Schmackie...or Schmack-a-saurus. SO random!
He started sunbeams a few weeks ago & really struggled with not being able to play for two full hours but once he saw that there were craft projects & snacks still involved - he was ALL IN!
Last Sunday when he came home from church he was talking about being in "big boy class" and decided that he wanted to make a peanut butter (plain, nothing else. BLAH) sandwich and so I got out the bread and PB for him. We have these little dainty butter knives & they are perfect for this kind of chore so I let him at it.
I went into the living room (right next door) and suddenly Jack lets out this immediate and horrible wailing cry noise - like he had just stabbed his eye out or something!!! So I step back in & he's sitting there looking at his sandwich on the counter. He had tried to fold it in half & the bread BROKE --- UNEVENLY insted of folding over nicely & perfectly in half. THAT is what he was upset about. He was sobbing --- my breads bwoken!
It was soooo funny & since I am sometimes a mean mom --- I totally grabbed my camera off the shelf & shot these pictures:
2 comments:
oh, his poor sad piece of bread looks so forlorn on the counter. My neice cries horribly every time a fly lands on her - so maybe it's just a kids thing ... ?
Sounds just like my daughter - "it's bo-ken!! fix it mommy!"
PS. I'm delurking - I click over from Lisa's blog to yours
once in a while. Great stories. :-)
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