Last night, while cleaning up from supper, I hear my lovely daughter say, "Hey, I got an idea and it won't even hurt......well, it might hurt a little bit, but it's gonna be so cool!"
Needless to say, I dropped what I was doing and rushed into the living room where I see Iman trying to convince Isaac to let her hold him with his stomach on her head while she spun him around - she called it a Human Helicopter.
|sticky eyeball toy|
Today, Isaac comes home from school and he's gotten a ball as a prize for some reason that I don't understand. Anyhow - this wasn't a bouncy ball, it was a sticky ball -- remember those sticky hands things we had as kids? Or maybe the sticky octopuses that you'd whip at the wall and they'd creep their way down? Yeah, it's that kind of material -- only it looks like an eyeball. It's a little creepy, but right up Isaac's alley.
So, he's been playing with it all day long: showing the daycare kids that he can "defy gravity" because it sticks to his hand...or trying to toss it from one hand to another....you get the idea.
After supper, he decides that he needs to wash his sticky eyeball ball...he does - and is thrilled that it was even stickier than before. He decides to throw it up...high...and of course, it gets stuck to the ceiling.
I hear trills of giggles and laughter - and then a "You need to tell mom!"
"no, you tell her!"
"no, you threw it, YOU tell her!"
after a bit of a pause and probably more fighting back and forth that I couldn't hear, Isaac pipes up with: "Mo-om...My eye is stuck to the ceiling!"
Mr. Delusional came to the rescue - he lifted Adam up to the ceiling where he reached up and pulled ... and pulled ... and pulled -- that stupid sticky eyeball must have stretched a good 4 inches before it finally came off.
And that, my friends, is a glimpse into the craziness that I encounter in my daily life.