Thursday's Child

Thursday brings me to my 4th child and my first boy.  He wants to be called "road worker" because he loves construction trucks and building.  Can you guess that he's 3?  He'll be 4 next month and his love of construction hasn't begun to wane. :-D

Road Worker is bursting with personality.  He is so funny and loving.  He cracks everybody up around him.  He has always been a sweetie and gives me the nicest compliments.  I just love my little guy to pieces. :)

His favorite past time is to play in dirt, build in dirt and play in dirt some more.  LOL  As he's getting older he is getting more mischevious.  The other day Gill 2 asked me if it was ok that he was playing with the paint?  What???  No, it's not ok he's playing in the paint.  This paint wasn't of the watercolor/craft type of paint.  No, this was house paint left over from our wall being painted last week.  He had opened the huge 5 gallon tub and poured the paint into various dishes (and pavers, concrete RV pad and side of the house).  He also had a nice layer on his clothes.   *sigh*  I washed everything down, including him and told him to stay out of the paint.  To which he very solemnly told me he would.  He wouldn't do that again.  Off I go back to work on school with his sisters after a quick call to Dad to tell him what happened.  Dad told me he remembered reading that Dobson had said at this age boys need constant supervision or else they run the risk of killing themselves.  After we chuckled about that I hung up to resume school.  Within minutes of that phone conversation my little Road Worker was in tears crying so hard walking in from outside.  When I asked him what happened, why he was crying he told me through snuffles and sobs "I can't get it out!!" 

"You can't get what out," I calmly ask. 

"The Rock!!!" 

"You put a rock up your nose?" I asked. 

"NO, I didn't put it up there. " was the reply.

Rather than get into the whole logistics of how a rock flew up his nose w/o his help I set on getting it out.   I placed a tissue over his nose pressing on the side that the rock had not mysteriously entered and had him blow out hard.  Success, a little pebble came flying out into the tissue.

After the offending pebble was out I was able to get him to explain that "He thought he'd be able to get it out!" 

So, mystery solved.  The pebble hadn't flown in there all by itself, he put it there.  But you all knew that already didn't you? ;-)  We had a discussion on how we should never put anything up our noses and I think (pray) he got the message and won't do it again.

That's my little Road Worker.  He fills my days with such joy and energy.  He keeps me on my toes all the time!