Chuckle for the day!

For those who don't know, I have two boys, who will be turning 8 and 3 in October. Life is an adventure with them, that's for sure!

This evening I was making grilled cheese sandwiches for them for supper, and the younger one was standing outside the baby gate (yes, we still keep one up at the kitchen entrance to discourage him from going in, though it's got its drawbacks--- he climbs over it anyway, and several times now he's turned off the refrigerator by turning the temperature control to zero... once to the tune of almost everything in the fridge and freezer!).

A little backstory, so that you understand better:

Older brother, Squid by nickname, has a bit of a problem recognizing social no-no's. As his first-grade teacher, the therapist and the school principal would all tell you, he hasn't a bad bone in his body. But he cannot seem to grasp what is okay social behavior. For example, even though he has been told multiple times that I do not like my tummy touched, he will come up while I am nursing his younger brother and give me a kiss or a blow-belly on my exposed tummy. He has been given incident reports several times for giving a kindergartener a kiss on the cheek. And at the beginning of the school year, he licked a young black boy on the cheek while they were riding on the bus. (He told me later that he thought the boy looked like chocolate, so he licked him to see if he was! This is probably politically incorrect of me, but I almost died laughing later in private!)

Squid asked if he could have soda with his dinner, and I said no, but that he could have juice. Delighted, he danced away from the kitchen and I turned back to cooking. A moment later I looked up to see him still dancing, but this time with his foot inserted into his intended drinking cup. I scolded him and told him he won't be able to drink from that cup now, and told him to bring it to me.

The baby (yes, he's too old, really, to be called that, but he IS my baby) asked, "Why?"

I answered, "Because it's dirty now. Bring the cup here!" This last directed to Squid, who had instead put the cup on the table.

"Why?" from the baby.

"Because it was on his foot, and our feet are dirty," I told him. He just looked at me with wide eyes, and I thought I should really explain that better, so I elaborated, "We walk everywhere with our feet, and our feet get dirty, so when he put the cup on his foot, that made the cup dirty with germs."

Still nothing but a wide-eyed stare from the baby. So jokingly, I asked, "Have I confused you?"

Another moment of silent staring... and then he turned away, saying, "Yesh...."

*lol* Kids.