Yesterday's quiet time wasn't so quiet. After we pick up Robby from preschool, he has lunch and then it's quiet time for an hour. Because he's been gone all morning, Grandpa finds it difficult to enforce "quiet and alone" time. The two of them go downstairs and play. I popped down once to remind them it was "quiet" time and they needed to use their quiet voices since brother Ollie was napping upstairs.
Soon the two of them came upstairs, excited to show me the dice they had found online that glow in the dark. I took one look at the price and tried to convince them that the dice we already have will glow in the dark if thrown down in a dark closet.
Robby interjected, "But this one doesn't work." (We have three that still work.)
He handed it to me and I tried to remove the "plug" so we could access a battery.
When my first attempt failed, Robby (almost four) insisted that I couldn't try again.
I tried over and over again to get the blue malfunctioning die from him, all the while trying to explain that "If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again."
Robby insisted that it was glued shut and it wouldn't open.
While I was trying to get the die back, my husband started laughing and I joined him. Before long, I was giggling so hard that I had tears rolling down my face, all while Robby continued to tell me how we could afford the dice that he and Grandpa found. He even mentioned using his and his brother's and his dad's star money combined with Grandpa's money. A check-in with his mom revealed no star money account, but Robby knows all about it!
Laughter is certainly good medicine. I felt so good after our afternoon of belly laughter and tears.
Now, to make sure that Grandpa doesn't buy the dice.
And where is that blue die? I still want to try to make that battery switch!
This is my twelfth year to write a slice of life each day during the month of March.