Want a Piece of Meat?

Brody has gotten a healthy jolt of testosterone from somewhere recently. He and his best friend, Brandon have resorted to looking like rock 'em sock 'em robots when they greet each other in the mornings. I try really hard not to laugh and tell them 'hands are not for hitting' and keep your hands to yourself.
Since I have another older boy who loves to play this way with his three-year old, we end up with some interesting sayings in the house. Chris started play fighting with Brody one day and told him "do you want a piece of me?" I don't remember what movie he was quoting, but Brody in typically kid-fashion did not totally hear what he said. Lately, he has been wanting to play fight with light sabers, wrestling, what have you and says " Do you want a piece of meat?"

Heard around the sensory table.......

A mom of one of Brody's friends told me something interesting today. Miss Angie had let her know the day before that the boys were standing around the sensory table at preschool discussing what cuss words their parents said at home. She quickly redirected their attention onto something else, but not before she had a good laugh. Hmmmm. I wonder what we say at home? Watch out! Someone is always listening.

Ice Is Nice

We decided to drop gymnastics for the winter and try something new: ice skating. We had a few spills, but they are now up and going.

Little Rascal

My little guy has taken a cue from the Little Rascals and officially joined the HMWHC. This is the He-Man Woman Haters Club if you can't think back that far. Apparently the story from preschool today, is that he and two of his fellow three year-olds had a tussle with an older woman (four year-old). She seems to have bossed her way into their game, tried to take over and was met with some strong opposition. All three were super-indignant about this female intruder when the story was recounted by Miss Angie at pick-up. It was so hilarious to see them with their faces all screwed up saying things like "she was mean to us", "she can't play with us", and "that girl with the blue shirt--I don't like her, she's bossy." These comments continued in a long story in the car, again when Daddy got home, and before bedtime. He was just beside himself about this little girl and her intrusiveness.
I got a look at this interloper before she left the building...tiny, blond and kind of prissy. I would think Brody would have some practice dealing with this sort from home.