Kyle Walks on Water
He’s always ready to go to work. And he’s always asking to go to work… when he’s not pretending to be a Mater, screaming about the Ghostlight. But he doesn’t like diaper changes (He ought to learn to go in the toilet), and he won’t keep his hair in a ponytail.
Yesterday, while at the bank, he points to the floor. “Hi, Mommy!” He waves like mad. “Hi, Mommy, I see you.”
I laugh, “Hi, Kyle! I see you, too. Can you see my reflection? Do you see the lights from the ceiling being reflected?”
“Yea!” he giggles. “It’s like water.”
“Yes, water reflects light, too.”
Then he crouches, purses his lips toward the floor and begins to blow. “Look, it’s like this.” And he makes a waving motion with his wrists and and fingers.
“Are you imagining the ripples in the water?”
The folks at the bank think the kids are so cute and well-behaved. (o_O) But the boys didn’t get a lollipop yesterday because they started running in circles (although one of the bank people said that it was okay, that no one was around), helping themselves to the muffins, and especially because they didn’t sit and be quiet when I had asked them about 17 times. Kyle kept laughing even though I was on the verge of spanking people. Still, they behaved well for the first half-hour of standing in line. So I can’t possibly be THAT angry with them. 
We walked to the post office, which didn’t take us too long since I made them both run (while I carried Taylor in the sling). I just walked fast. It reminds me of Harry Potter, when he has to run to stay beside Dumbledore, who, being tall, takes one step for every three of Harry’s steps. Ty likes holding the door for people, but people don’t seem to want to accept that. They hold the door open, and say, “You can go ahead.” But that bothers Ty, and I don’t know how to tell a gentleman that Ty is learning to be a gentleman. And walking away, Ty gets hot and bothered and forgets to say “thank you.”
We picked up our mail, and Ty wanted to run some more. He’s capable of long-distance. I think we ought to put him in cross country or marathons when he’s older. (One time, we we at the zoo and had to get to the car ASAP, so I carried Taylor, pushed Kyle in the stroller and let Ty run beside me. For almost a mile, he kept the pace, without whining or complaining, just concentrating on running.) Kyle, on the other hand, is like me: explosive energy will save my life, not that cardio/endurance crap. He was tired when we got to the post office. Didn’t want to run back to the car. So I carried him some of the way. After he got in a better mood and my arms were tired, he ran some more. I think his diaper may be hindering him. Next step: Go in the toilet. Ya can’t be a professional hockey player if yer wearin’ diapers.
