Sharing is Caring

Now that Bunny is in school she is learning to share. Aside from her weekly play date and time spent with her cousins, she has never really had to share anything. The joys of being an only child. School is changing this. She has to share toys and books with the other kids in class. She also has to share her teachers' attention. And so far so good.

Wednesday was Bunny's turn with the sharing bag, her school's version of show and tell. When its their turn, each child gets the bag so they can bring a special object to school and share with the class. Now Bunny has already brought all of her special "guys" to school for comfort objects, so we had to come up with something the kids hadn't seen. Finally we decided on her new "favorite" toy, a rubber, stretchy green iguana named Liz.

The bag was supposed to have instructions for the parents on it. But Bunny's bag did not. So I didn't really know what we were supposed to do. I vaguely remember we were supposed to write out clues the kids could give their friends to guess what was in the bag, but how many? One? Two? Three? No idea. So I did the only thing I could, I asked Bunny.

"Bunny, how many clues do the kids give?"

"Two."

"Okay, what clues should we give?"

"No, three. One. I don't want to give clues."

"But that's how the sharing bag goes."

"Two."

"So we give two clues?"

"I don't want to share."

"But its your turn to share."

"Okay. Two. No, three. No, two."

"Okay we are doing two. What should they be?"

"Um, she has spines on her back."

"How about lets start off with its green."

"Okay. Then I'm gonna draw some spines on the paper."

"Sure. Let's go with that.

"Can I draw Liz?"

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the guessing game?"

"So I can't draw Liz?"

"No."

"I don't want to share."

"But it will be fun."

"Fine."

Sharing crisis averted. (Apparently it went fine and she actually shared.) Its good to share.

Bunny has also been kind enough to share things from school with Mommy. Specifically, her cold. In Bunny, it was a mildly irritating cold that turned her into a mini-Darth Vader. But when she gave it to me, it morphed into a nasty, yucky thing that actually gave me vertigo. The everything is spinning, your brain is going crazy kind of vertigo, not the Alfred Hitchcock movie Vertigo. The movie version would have been much preferred, I like Jimmy Stewart. I did not like the head spinny version.

Maybe its not good to share everything.

Things Overheard In My House

Mommy: First we are going to get coffee and then we'll go to our playdate.
Bunny: Mommy likes coffee.
Mommy: Yes mommy likes coffee, what do you like?
Bunny: Vanilla milk. Let's go to Starbucks.

As you can see from above, I've created a monster. She even recognizes Starbucks as we drive past, along with two other coffee houses.

Me: So there was a conference called BlogHer blah blah blah
Bubs: You should totally go next year.
Me: (Dancing happy dance) Ok


Bunny: (While licking her arm) Mommy I having a kitty bath.


Bunny: Old MacDonald have a farm EIEIO, on a farm he have a Gigantasaurus, EIEIO

Things Overheard in my House and Other Randomness

Bubs: At the Zoo we rode the train and the carousel, Bunny rode the ponies, we petted the sting rays and we fed the giraffes.

Me: No wonder she loves you more than me. You are like a weekend dad, "I'll buy you things. Please love me."

Bubs: Yeah. You are the disciplinarian and I'm like the drunk uncle, the drunkle.

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Bunny: That car is on the sidewalk. I'm so mad.

Me: Why don't you tell it that you are mad? You'll feel better.

Bunny: I'm mad at you car. You no park on sidewalk. We walk on sidewalk.

Me: Do you feel better?

Bunny: Yes.

Other bits of randomness:

Anti Icky Poo really works. It even cleans the smell of decaying vegetables, skunk spray and dead bodies. Not that you'd need to get rid of the smell of a dead body, but in case you do.

Anti Icky Poo is really fun to say.

And if you were wondering Sir Pees-A-Lot has struck again. In the bookcase this time.

Things Overheard This Weekend

"Where is my nose jimmie."

Okay maybe this is funny only to me in one of those you had to be there kinda ways. But trust me it was freakin' hilarious.

Yesterday we took Bunny to the Cedarburg Strawberry Festival. You've never been? You really should, its all the rage. Street festival/ art fair, townie/ suburban all at the same time. If I had to describe it in one scene it would be this: a middle aged man pushing an empty baby stroller with a half-drunk bottle of Strawberry Blush wine in the cup holder at noon (and no it wasn't Bubs).

So there we were, enjoying the cheesy goodness that is a Sconnie festival. We happend across a decorate your own cookie stand for the kiddos. Bunny likes cookies, we decided to let her decorate one. So we slapped on some red frosting and some blue and white jimmies (or sprinkles if you will) and let her have at it.

Of course she doesn't eat the cookie like a normal child. No she decides she has to lick the frosting off. So there was red frosting and jimmies everywhere. We'd have to stop every minute or so to wipe her down but it didn't really help. She had frosting on her eyebrows and jimmies up her nose.

The jimmies up her nose thing really killed me. I had to sit down on the side of the road because I was afraid I'd fall down laughing. Then I had to take a baby wipe and surgically remove said jimmies from her nose. I'm not sure what sort of damage they would do if she inhaled them but I didn't really want to find out.

So I was recounting the story for my parents later at Sunday dinner, when Bunny very soberly asks "Where is my nose jimmie?" Where indeed Bunny, where indeed.