Jacob is sitting at the table working on taxes, much later than usual for us, and asked me to keep him company. So here I sit with some time to finish up a post I started a long while back. I'm happy to be sitting near him and not cleaning my bedroom. I'll happily put aside that personal agenda!
Isaac is killing me with his fun imaginative play these days.
He's into super heros a little bit. Having never actually seen any superhero cartoons or movies (aside from PBS's Super Why) he doesn't totally understand it. But he knows there should be a bad guy and a super hero. So, he and Ben are usually the superhero's with their capes from Grandma Brunson and I am relegated to 'bad guy.'
One particular day Isaac began by asking me to play superhero and bad guy. He explained that we would shoot and kill the bad guys.
I responded that I don't like that kind of play. That even in pretend play hurting others in that manner isn't nice or acceptable.
He said "Okay. I'll be Jesus."
Me: "What does Jesus do?"
Isaac: "He just tells the bad guys it's wrong and tells them how to be nice."
Yep, I'll play that way. But I also told him instead of hurting the bad guys we could capture them and put them in jail for being bad. He seemed on board with that and before I knew it Ben was the bad guy and captured in the bathroom prison.
I needed to use the facilities so I went in and set Ben free. I told Isaac to find a new jail, maybe the couch. Then, as I was taking care of business this was the conversation I heard at the bathroom door.
Isaac: "I'm taking you to a new jail. You can choose the couch or my bedroom. Are are you choices."
Ben: "Go here" followed by a pounding the door.
Isaac: "It's not one of you options. Do you want the couch or my bedroom."
Ben: "No, go here" knock on door.
Isaac: "It's not an option" -said with increasing frustration.
Ben: "here"
Isaac: "But it's not an option!"
I just laughed. First at Isaac's imitation of our parenting with choices and second at Ben's lack or cooperation. I feel your pain Isaac. Giving choices has never gone over well with Ben. He wants what he wants and he won't be fooled by your options.
Later on I had been captured and taken to the couch for my jail sentence. I was happy with the arrangement as I put my feet up and was taking some much needed rest. (I'm so tired this time around in pregnancy...better than first trimester tired...but still happy to rest whenever I can.) Isaac came by and released all the prisoners, I guess he got tired of Ben and I locked up and no one to play with. I however, was enjoying the rest so I told him I had been in jail so long I had gotten old and could no longer move. I was paralyzed.
Isaac: "I'll go get a prophet."
Me: "What will the prophet do?"
Isaac: "He'll heal you."
Yep, he outwitted me. I was healed and on my way. So funny.
I've asked Isaac a few times what he thought we should name the baby if it's a boy or a girl. His suggestions for a boy include fire fighter and nut. His option for a girl is girl girl baby. And he was also kind enough to provide a gender neutral, cry baby. Umm....I think we'll leave the naming of the baby up to Jacob and I. Oh, and just a couple days ago he asked if I would consider Sir Topham Hat as an option. I'll take it into consideration...but it's not going to win out that is for sure.
Love my smart, creative, and usually kind Isaac boy. I can't believe he is 4 years old and so big. I always tell him to stop growing and he just smiles and me and says he doesn't know how. I wish he did some times. And sometimes I'm grateful for the older child he is becoming.
