Golden Grahams and Popcorn

Sometimes children teach you something…

So it was Friday night, movie night.   The adults were downstairs watching something that sounded loud, or at least came up through the stairwell as loud, but that could have just been the volume my husband had it cranked up to.    Upstairs the children were running amok and I was tidying, cleaning and basically trying to restore and keep order.  What to do, what to do?

It was likely my daughter, but someone asked if we could have a tea party.   The having of the tea party wasn’t why she was asking, it was the, “and could we have real milk in the teapot and cereal?” question that was why I was brought into the situation.  

So we had milk in the teapot and sugar in the sugar bowl (which is a real favorite) and cereal to pass around and eat piece by piece on our tiny little plates.   Dylan told everyone to be sure to drink with our pinkies out.  

There was also popcorn—it being a movie night.   For some reason my daughter decided she wanted to have popcorn and golden grahams on her little tiny plate.   Then, she said she was going to eat the two at the same time.  

She said it tasted good, so I tried it…and it did.   We all came up with different ways to eat the two together (sandwich with popcorn in the middle, sandwich of popcorn with a Golden Graham in the middle, etc.).    And we all thought it tasted good.  

Nothing like sweet and salty together…at a tea party…just before bed.

The Big Boy Update:  My son hit his chin last night as he was about to get out of the tub.   He asked us if it was cut and we weren’t sure at first, but yes, it was cut.   It was borderline needing a stitch or two cut, something my husband and I debated for a few minutes.     It was barely bleeding and was a clean cut so we decided to take advantage of “primary healing” by pressing the severed skin back together and fastening it tightly with some steri-strips.    Can I just tell you my son was the calmest child throughout the whole event?   We painted adhesive liquid onto his chin, placed a small bit of non-sticking bandage on top of the cut and then pulled it together with the steri-strips and some pressure.    Today we took the bandage off and I really don’t think it could have looked any better if he’d had stitches.   It looks a week healed almost.  Here are some pictures, because you know you want to see, right?

  

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter wanted to know if the sun had gone down and if it was night yesterday as we were driving home in the twilight.   We told her it was now night time.   She asked if she could roll down her window to check and we asked why she needed to, she could just look out.   She said, “it’s a little tintchy”.  It took us a minute to figure out she was saying “tinted”, which her window was.