My Cherub
Every once in a while, in the middle of a conversation, Azul will make a mad dash to the back door, open it, and run outside to the grass to pee. He does know not to go on the patio or the flowers, so that’s a good thing, I guess. This last time this happened, when he came back in, I asked him, “Why do you pee outside instead of going to the bathroom?” He answered, still pulling up his pants, “I like peeing outside!” Resigned, all I could say was, “Okay.”
Azulism #7
“I amn’t”
DND
Azul spent quite a bit of energy being mad at me this afternoon. He is actually very good at going to his room when he gets mad, and that’s where it started. Soon he ventured out of his quiet place, with his brow furrowed and his bottom lip hanging out, grabbed his orange Crayon and a piece of paper and asked, “How do you spell ‘do not disturb?'” So, I started with “do” and he wrote it and said, “Can you write the rest?” I asked, “You want me to write the sign, kicking me out of your room?” His answer with a smile was “Oh yeah,” grabbing his crayon, “What’s next?” I spelled it out and he finished writing his formal announcement of banishment and marched back to his room. He came back out again, this time asking, “Can I have a piece of tape, please?” I gave him the tape and he continued his work and closed the door. I wondered how long this will last.
Carmelina Hart 