Chivalry Lives

In the playground today Elizabeth decided to take off her shoes. The problem with this is that Elizabeth is a pansy when it comes to walking barefoot on anything other than grass. When she has to walk across stones (round river stones, with which the playground is populated), she wants to hold onto your hand and lean all of her body weight on you. Of course the stones don't actually hurt, so this is overly dramatic, but she's 2 and she's not used to walking around barefoot.

With her (patient as a saint) mom's help, she made it over to the slide. She climbed up and played around on top so her mom sat down again. When she was ready, she slid down, and landed on the stones to a sea of more stones to cross. Panic struck her face. Her mom and I sighed. Then Johnny walked up to her, held out his hand, and walked her to the stairs. I nearly cried.

Another small communication explosion

I marvel at Johnny's mind sometimes. On Monday on the way home he said "No, we do not go home. We need to get diesel for your car." It has been over a week since we've put diesel in, nowhere near where we were, and I cannot fathom the trigger for this.

He has been telling more stories. I like his stories. He made the most of the tornado warnings with "The siren made a noise. We need to go in the basement with a flashlight." He told everyone. Repeatedly. Sometimes he'd trip up on the words and give away his age. He also tells me about his day at school now.