Sprout wakes up. An already awake Bean heads into his room.
Bean: Good morning Bubba!
(nothing for a few minutes)
Bean: No! No [Sprout], you’re not being nice to me!
Sprout: uuuh! Uuuh!
Bean: Your not being nice to me this morning [Sprout]. It’s a crown! It’s a princess little crown!
(this scenario repeats itself about three times)
Me: [Bean] Stop opening your brother’s door and yelling at him.
Bean comes to our room a few minutes later.
Bean: [Sprout] isn’t being nice to me this morning, Papa.
Stephen: He’s in his crib, how is he not being nice to you?
Bean: He’s saying ‘headband’ to me. It’s not! It’s a princess little crown!
We are sitting down for breakfast, Stephen explains that he is going to work for a little bit today and then he will be home all week. I chime in that in a couple days we are going to Auntie Linda’s house for Christmas.
To which Bean says, “I need some new toys.”
Completely unprompted by me. We have said nothing of the sort about getting new toys for Christmas or Auntie Linda getting her new toys. Seriously, how did she figure this out?
This kid is getting too smart for her own good!
(loud noises including heavy bass music, people being rowdy, walls being thumped from neighbors that started partying at 1:30pm on this Wednesday afternoon, their third annoying party this week)
Bean: (cries) Can’t like the loud noise.
Me: Did you hear a loud noise?
Bean: Yeah, neighbors make loud noise. Can’t like it.
Me: I’m sorry sweetie. I don’t like the loud noises either.
Bean: Neighbors need time out! (shouts) Time out!
Me: (cracking up) Yes, yes they do sweetie, but Mama can’t put them in time out. I’m sorry.
Bean: Don’t worry about it. It’s OK. Don’t worry about neighbors.