Keep Your Friends Close, And Then Hit Them

The Gremlin at the Museum of Flight’s Free Family Fun with Firemen Day

The Gremlin has been in rare form the last few days – driving his parents crazy like never before, so the Mother of the Gremlin jumped at the chance to take him and the Arch-Gremlin to the playground to drive each other crazy.

During a lull in their playing, the Arch-Gremlin turned to the Gremlin and smacked him on the shoulder. The Gremlin didn’t miss a beat, and spoke softly.

“Jasp-air, if you do that again I’m going to have to hit you back.” The Arch-Gremlin, also four, decided she needed to respond to this.

“If you do that I’ll cry and tell my mom.” Unlike last time, the Gremlin was one step ahead of her.

“But I’ll tell my mom first, so let’s just not.” This was apparently acceptable to the Arch-Gremlin.

“Okay.”

Just a few minutes later, she turned and smacked him again.

“Jasp-air! We just talked about this!”

“I know. I just wanted to see what would happen.”

“Okay, but I am getting very frustrated with you.”

A short time later they were playing at the water table, when the Gremlin turned and sprayed the Arch-Gremlin in the face. As soon as she recovered, the Gremlin looked over and bounced his curls in innocence.

“What? It was an accident.”

“No it wasn’t!”

“You’re right, it wasn’t. But i’m pretty sure it wasn’t an accident when you hit me earlier.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

And with that, the two went back to their playing without further incident.

Favorite Toy of the Week: R2D2 Play-Doh Set

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‘Good’ Is Relative

The Gremlin was suspiciously quiet the other day, having vanished from sight for a good 20 minutes without any noise that usually follows his ‘playing.’ When the Mother of the Gremlin realized this, she started looking around the house. After figuring out he wasn’t in his room, she walked through the house and realized he was in the bathroom with the door closed.

“Buddy, are you being good?”
“Yes momma. But don’t come in here.”

Of course, the MOTG felt it necessary to go in. The Gremlin had pushed the stopper down, filled the sink, and was busy submerging things in water. The Gremlin was attempting to determine the buoyancy of things like a roll of toilet paper, his Breakdown Train, his fire truck Legos, our contact lens cases, a box of Band-Aids, a pair of nail clippers, and a tape measure. The MOTG was taken aback.

“You are not being good!”
“Well, momma, neither are you. I told you not to come in here. I think you need a timeout for not listening.”

The Gremlin marched out of the bathroom, around the corner and pointed to the time out corner. The MOTG stared at him, so the Gremlin pointed even more emphatically.

“Come on, momma, you need to go to time out now. Go.”

Favorite toy of the week: Mighty World Fire Brigade

Ooooh! Big Bathtub!

At the Lincoln Park Zoo, there is a little-traveled pond with a man made waterfall. Occasionally, there are tours of this site (if you get the extended tour of the zoo), and that includes a tour of the waterfall. The guide takes everyone, including young children, up the rocks and over to the start of the waterfall.

I should preface this with a small anecdote about swimming. Though he was not 18 months before he joined the course, our little Gremlin has been participating in swimming classes for the last several weeks. (FYI – it’s not a good idea to hold a child partially in the water, and encourage them to flap their arms. Those who know how to splash will end up soaking the instructor, and knocking his glasses off – which will result in a 10 minute delay of class while he searches for them, but also tries not to step on them while searching.) However, after the initial splashing phase, our little darling took to water like horns to a de…. uh, well, he likes it.

So when he was at the top of the waterfall, seeing the other children dangling their feet in the water, looking out over something that looked like a giant bathtub (complete with faucet), the inevitable occurred.

It was at this time that the Mother of the Gremlin stepped up. Having been honing her reflexes for approximately 18 months now, she immediately reacted to the situation. Her keen eye watched as our son leaped into the pond, and continued to eye him as he paddled – completely submerged – towards the faucet. Just as she was feeling compelled to possibly take action, he popped his head back up and took a deep breath as he continued towards the giant faucet.

Well, at least the swimming classes were a good investment… even if the instructor won’t get anywhere near him anymore.

*Update* the pool instructor retired at the end of that winter session