Bedtime Book

Tonight Ishish brought me a reusable bag as his before bedtime "book". Hmm... ok. It had a picture of a frog with a baseball hat on, so we agreed that that's what it should be about. I was pretty blank on what the story should be from there.

I started off with a frog (who's a boy, naturally) who wore people clothes and could talk. He was looking for someone to play with. An ant tried to be friends but was too small, and a horse tried to be friends but was too big. Then he came across a butterfly. Then I thought, oh crud, butterflies are small too. So I noted that it was a really, big butterfly! Ishish was listening so attentively to the story. He said "big butterfly!" and held his arms apart all the way. The frog and butterfly decided they could play together, because they were similar sized even though they were different. When the frog asked the butterfly what they should play Ishish said "baseball!" They thought it was only logical that the frog hit the ball and the butterfly use its flying skills to catch it. At the end of the story the frog asked the butterfly if they could get together to play again, and Ishish said "yeah!"

I said "The End", but Ishish kept telling me to read the book. I thought I did!?! He told me that the book had four pages. Oh, I forgot to turn the imaginary pages when I read. So I said, "It did have a lot of pages. I'll show you". I "flipped" through the book pointing out that it had the frog page, the ant page, the horse page, (now trying to remember what the story was), the butterfly page, and the baseball page. Ishish exclaimed that the book had "FIVE pages!" Wow, can life get more exciting?

Air Travel

Now that Dada flies for work travel instead of driving Ishish has become even more interested in airplanes. Almost anytime we see one he asks if it's "Dada airplane".

Dada left town two days ago. Within a couple hours of his departure Ishish decided that we should play the "waiting room" game. Here's how it works. He designates a part of the house (kitchen) the airport and another part (living room) the waiting room in the airport. Then we sit on the couch (my idea because I want to be comfortable if this game were to get long!) and watch for Dada to come. While we wait Ishish hands out imaginary snacks for us to eat. After a while I, thoroughly bored with this game, point out that Dada's coming! We pretend that he waves to us, and then we go over to give him a big hug. Can you guess what our usual routine is for getting Dada from the airport? I'll also add that Ishish has played this game a couple times since then.

Before bed last night our conversation went like this:
me: Nighty night Ishish. I'll get you up in the morning.
(Usually I mention what we're doing in the morning, but in this case I wasn't sure.)
Ishish: Go school?
me: No, it's summer break, remember? There's no more school.
Ishish: Go church?
me: No, it's not a church day either.
Ishish: Pick up Daddy day?
me: No, he won't be home yet.

After his nap today I found Ishish sitting on his pillow in bed. He said "I going 'sconsin. I not see you anymore". Really? Then he added "I on airplane". Ohhh, ok. He had put all his friends in a bin and was holding it on his lap. When he told me he'd arrived, he was careful to take them all off the plane with him. I wish I'd been able to take a picture! Unfortunately Ishish told me he's afraid of the camera, and bringing one out only causes him to be upset and run away.