They’re So Well-Behaved

My children and I went to Five Below today because my son wanted to get some things to find out, “what’s inside”.   He’s been watching this YouTube channel of a father and son who take everyday items and then break them apart to see what they’re made of.   The show is quite interesting, with the father and son picking some things that are popular now, like drones, and finding out what they’re made of.   Some of the breaking apart is fairly fun if you’re a seven-year-old boy, because they use saws or other, “more force than necessary” tools to get to the insides.  

This morning my son had found a fidget spinner and with a screwdriver had it apart in a few minutes. He told his sister, “I took this fidget spinner apart and now I know how it works.”   She was duly impressed.   Then my son asked me if we could go to Five Below so he could spend some of his stamps to get—wait for it—more fidget spinners…so he could break them apart too.

So after lunch while my husband was out working my daughter, son and I went to Five Below as well as the nearly closed for good, Toys-R-Us store beside it.   And they found fidget spinners.  As well as some other fun things.   We did math to determine how many stamps they had spent and then headed to Jason’s Deli for lunch.

The three of us were eating our soups and talking about what we planned on doing the rest of the afternoon when an older lady came over and said, “I just wanted to let you know you all are so very well-behaved.”   She said her daughter many years ago had also had glasses like my daughter.    We talked for a few minutes more and then she returned to her table.

I told my children how proud I was of them for being on their best behavior at lunch—without even being reminded or asked.

The Big Boy Update:  My son came downstairs both last night and tonight shortly after bedtime.   This is during the time he hasn’t fallen asleep yet but is trying to get to sleep.   He told me last night, “my biggest fear is zombies.”  He told me it was because of the Walking Dead pinball machine in the basement.   I told him zombies weren’t real, they were only stories made up by people.   He was fairly satisfied by that answer, but then he told me he was also afraid of killer clowns, and a friend of his had told him those were real.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter has a, “secret drawer”.   I decided to take advantage of this little-used drawer in her dresser yesterday by putting some of her headbands in it as well as her upstairs eye drops.   My daughter likes to keep random things (don’t all children?) and as I cleaned out the drawer to make way for the incoming items I found a dried-up shrimp tail among the random things she had kept for reasons known only to a child.