Rhyme Time

We were eating sandwiches and playing with words.
I felt like a great mom as my 5 year old continued to come up with rhyming words on his own. I thought in my mind, "Wow, he is so smart, it is great that he spontaneously thinks of these words."

Word: Plane
My answers: drain, strain, rain, insane
Griffin's answers: vane, Dane, train,cane,

Word: man
Answers me: , Tan, Can, Ran
Griff: Fan,Van
Griffin makes a sentence: "I am playing an awesome van rock song."

Word: sandwich
Me: Sand ditch
Griff: Sand Bi...
Well, I think you get the idea.
At first I tried to move along, and within a couple more examples the Sand B reemerged.
I was forced to explain "This was a word we don't use, it is a yucky word. Do not say it again."

Word: shut
Me: nut
Griff: cut
Lincoln: Butt.
This answer was followed by many little Lincoln giggles.
I took this as a sign. We can rhyme.
Rhyming time over.

Doesn't Everyone Love Wrinkles?

I am allergic to cats and most dogs.

Pet ownership has been at a low.
Then along came Wrinkles.

Wrinkles was my favorite Beanie Baby from my husband.
He was 20 bucks at the height of the Beanie Craze.
I decided to let the kids play with my treasured collection,
potential for child entertainment
exceeded monetary value.

It was hard to share Wrinkles with the kids, I wanted to keep him safe.
I think Griffin took a great liking to him because he knew he was my favorite.
The World Wide Web assured me
an additional Wrinkles could be purchased for a mere $3.99
and I decided I could share.

A decision I have not regretted.

Wrinkles is currently the treasured family pet.

Griffin has been creating forts with him.
Today I couldn't find Griffin.
I called out for him and he responded from under his bed,
the blanket was creating an underground fortress.
Griffin and all of his favorite stuffed friends were in seclusion.
I said, "Oh, are you building a fort under your bed?
Have you brought all your friends?"

Griff said, "I am giving Wrinkles aloneness time, because he wants to be alone."
Wrinkles has also been joining us on adventures.
Griffin leaves his back pack open
"So Wrinkles can breathe."

This afternoon Griff and Linc were outside
jumping on the trampoline.
Griff came in and said, "Can Wrinkles watch us?"
My reply, "No he will get dirty."
Griffin's answer?
"No he won't, he can watch us through the window!"

Griffin went outside and carefully examined Wrinkles.
Adjustments were made to ensure Wrinkles, was in fact,
Watching.

Like any great watch dog
He never even blinked!

Garbage Mans Don't Have Moms

Today's fight began when Lincoln said, "I want to be a Garbage Man." Griffin urgently replied, "Garbage mans do not have moms! Lincoln you do NOT want to be a garbage man!"
Griffin was greatly perplexed that Lincoln should want to be a garbage man, this was a surprising revelation.

I asked Griffin, "How do you know Garbage men don't have moms?"
"We never see their moms in the garbage trucks," was his reply.
To which I replied, "Isn't that because they are at home?"
"Oh no, definitely not, they do not have moms," was his answer.

I tried explaining that my mom doesn't follow me to the hospital when I am at work, yet I have a mom. I suggested this is likely true for garbage men too. He quickly dismissed this logic.

This was of no reassurance to him. He continued to insist that a life in the waste management
business was motherless, and therefore, was the bleakest of futures! He could not stop until Lincoln was convinced.

This whole fight fell on slightly distracted ears. The more distressing the tones, the more
attention mom paid to the situation. Lincoln was not derailed by Griffin's protests.

In fact, Lincoln was a bit of an instigator, the more determined Griffin became about the subject the more resoundingly Lincoln opposed. Lincoln was now fully and delightedly committed to his new career path.

As things began to reach a feverish pitch, I discovered this great argument erupted over some small circle stickers depicting children performing various tasks. Lincoln was looking at a small boy carrying a large garbage bag and was inspired.

Soon Lincoln threatened to place the "garbage man" sticker on Griffin's bed, a fate worse
than death. As we were running late, the argument screeched to a halt, to be resolved later.

At Circle K there was a man driving a large silver gasoline refueling truck. He began connecting large hoses to holes in the ground to reload the pumps with gas. I pointed this out to Griffin who was very interested. Then I asked if he thought that man, who drives a huge truck, has a mom. He wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't know. I don't fink so." To which I replied, "Do you think we should ask him?" Quickly Griffin walked over and sought an answer to this question. The man got a big grin and replied, "Yep. I sure do. I have a mom just like you do!" Griffin was quite pleased by his answer.

As we pulled away from the station Griffin said, "That guy has the awesomest job ever. I want to be that guy."