Miriam purposely dumped Jireh’s lunch onto her seat. “Miriam, did you dump out her macaroni on purpose?”
“No, not on purpose. I dumped it on her chair.”
After putting the macs back in her bowl, attempted to make Jireh eat it anyway. She insisted, “Mommy, please will you make it hot? Make it HOT!”
Didn’t feel like putting it in the microwave for 3 seconds so I said, “No Jireh, it might not be hot but it’s edible, just eat it.”
“No, it’s NOT edible! It’s macaroni!”
Meanwhile, I was feeding Soren and noticed he had crumpled up some leaves onto his head. Since my hands were full of spoon and bowl, I just leaned over and blew the leaves off his head. He responded by blowing back at me — with a mouth full of food.
The other day at breakfast, Jireh was poking Miriam with her finger, just to irritate her, I suppose. Well, it was working just fine, so we told Jireh to stop. She held out her pointer finger toward Miriam one last time, caught Dave’s eye, and then turned her finger upright saying, “Papi, is Soren one?”
The reason this quick save is funnier than it otherwise would have been, is because Dave at the same age had been told not to point. He was about to do it again, but instead took his other pointer finger and criss-crossed them together saying, “Look, scissors!” So when Jireh did this, Dave & I looked at each other laughing and said “Scissors!”