Brief update

Chuckro is at a con with his dad this weekend, so the little man and I are on our own. He managed to parlay this into not one, but two visits to the library today. The librarians have no idea who I am, but they know him by name. (Oh child of mine, you are most certainly my son.)

We also ended up playing an extremely elaborate game in which he directed me to build a baby out of blocks to his specifications. Then we built a boat for the baby to float with him down the river (what river? I have no idea where the river thing came from). But before we could get in the boat, we had to put our (pretend) coats and snowpants and gloves and hats and boots on. And then we had to make a map (real) of the river so we wouldn't get lost.

I made him a coconut milk-based bread which went over very well. He was only ehh about the dal, but that may have been the result of too many tater tots earlier in the afternoon. He'd had a reasonable number. Then he decided to stand on a chair to watch me cook and fell off said chair and knocked the wind out of himself. After several minutes of hysterical crying, he decided that an ice pack and some more tater tots would make him feel better. I was pretty sure he was just scared, not actually injured, so I was willing to go along with his plan.

Did he learn something? From the squirming during dinner, I'm going to guess no. Sigh.