I believe I can fly

Yesterday in the car:

"Mommy, I wish I could fly for real, and not pretend my arms are wings and put them out to my side and run around."

Maybe when you're a grown-up they'll have invented something to help you do that.

"Yeah!  Like rocket shoes!"

More religion

I'm taking Carter to Tot Shabbat at the local reformed synagogue on Friday night.  They have it once a month and I think it'll be good for him to start being exposed to Jewish religion and culture.  When I told him the other day that we're going to shul on Friday to learn about being Jewish, he said, "But I already AM Jewish!"

Break it Down

Carter likes to know how things are going to happen, and in what order.  He responds best when he's given a task, broken down into three parts.  For instance, if we want him to get ready for bed, we'll tell him to take his clothes off, get a pull-up (yes, he's still wearing them at night), and pick out pj's.

So last night he was on the potty before bed and I was chatting with him and I said, "Okay, now here's what we need to do..."  He interrupted and said, "I know, Mommy.  Let me break it down for you.  First I'll flush the potty, then I'll wash my hands, and then I'll go give Daddy a hug and a kiss."

Break it down for me?  Where did he get that?  He said he heard it on one of his Land Before Time movies but I couldn't stop laughing.

Harmonica

We were at Five Below yesterday just looking around and I spotted a coloring book with a menorah on the cover.  I pulled it out and showed it to Carter and asked him if he knew what it was.

"Yes, that's a harmonica book."

Harmonica.  You know, that holiday that falls around the same time as Christmas and Kwanzaa.