Preschooler Propaganda

This morning, Izzy and Chris had a big tickle fest that ended when Chris had to go to the bathroom. Izzy, however, was not done being tickled so he followed Chris and proceeded to pound and pound on the door and rattle the handle until he ended up being put in time out.

His time out ends about the time that Chris rejoins us, so they start playing again. Chris hides around the corner and waits for Izzy to get close, then he jumps out and starts tickling Izzy again. Izzy's carrying a little hard plastic box, though, and Chris jams his fingers on it.

"Ow, boo-boo," Chris says in mock pain, "You hurt me!"

"That's okay, daddy," Izzy says, touching his chest, "You hurt my heart too, but I'm okay now."

Poor kid had his heart broken yesterday too.

We went to dinner (without AC it's WAY too hot to cook here) and then went to Magic Mart to shop for some bathroom rugs. But the kids went crazy. In fact, we received our first page over the loudspeakers, "Attention customers: There's a young man in the middle aisle named Isaac who is looking for his mother." Chris thought he was with me and the last I knew, he and Izzy had walked away together. That was a terrifying moment, actually.

But it only went downhill from there, ending up with Chris taking both kids to the car to wait until I finished shopping. After I checked out and was loading the bags into the minivan, Izzy said in a very whiny voice, "Mommy, it's such a hot day and daddy won't buy us any ice cream because we were bad."

Chris tried to get him to tell me his original justification as to why he thought Chris should buy him ice cream immediately, but Izzy wouldn't play.

Seems that Izzy was trying his best to convince Chris of the absolute necessity of ice cream by saying, "But dad, ice cream is delicious. And delightful. And refreshing. It's delicious, delightful and refreshing and we really need some."

If I see that slogan on a Dairy Queen commercial now, I'm contacting my attorney.