Be quiet, birds!
Today Julian was in rare form. His spirits were pretty...high, shall we say.
This afternoon I was putting together a sand and water table with him in the backyard. I had to go inside to get the drill and when I came back outside he was yelling up at the sky, "BE QUIET! STOP IT!"
I asked him who he was yelling at and he replied disgustedly, "That noise!" and pointed up in the sky.
I heard a crow caw. Apparently he didn't like the way it was cawing.
Another three year old boy came over this morning with his mom to buy a Travel Crib from me. It was like watching a parallel Julian. The boy started in with, "He stepped on my foot!" (referring to something that Julian had done possibly?) and then repeated it about a hundred million times until his mom and I were about to lose our minds. But you can't stop a three year old once they get started, short of gagging them and throwing them into a soundproof chamber.
Three year olds test the very limits of your patience. Good thing they can be so amusing.
