We were driving slowly down the street in traffic, when a bike passed us in the bike lane. Dave said, “Look, even the bike is kicking our ass.” Brandon repeated, “The bike is kicking our grass??” Nice, Daddy, nice.
Brandon had a spill at the park – he slipped in the sand and hit the concrete step leading out of the sand. The whole place is padded with the exception of the concrete step. I think it’s just destiny that his two front teeth fall out. There was blood everywhere – even a nose bleed! I suggested that we go home (we walked to the park), but when Brandon heard that, he said, “I’m ok. I’m ok. I wanna go play.” His nose was still bleeding, but he didn’t want it to ruin his fun. When I called my mom later to tell her what happened, he said, “I hurt myself on the concrete. My nose was bleeding, and my lip.” My mom said it sounded so clear what he was saying.� He’s also getting good at reminding me of the sand in his shoes. Since he started his new class, he gets to play in the sandbox. But this means he ends up bringing some of it back with us. So for a few days, he’d take his shoes off, and there’d be sand everywhere. Yesterday, he stopped short of taking his shoe off when he yelled, “Sand!” So I told him to go take off his shoes outside. Instead of sitting on our mat, he sat directly on the ground to take his shoes and socks off. Then he tucked his socks into his shoes and came inside. Today, he sat right on the door jamb and still got sand inside the house. Hopefully we’ll get it right. After he saw all the sand, he said, “Daddy’s gonna vacuum it?” Yes, he will.