Back-to-School Shopping

The Roc is starting preschool next week, so I took him shopping for some school clothes.

I thought he'd look cute in a down-filled vest, and I found just what I was looking for at Gymboree.

But The Roc had other ideas. When I showed him the vest, he shook his head and told me: "I don't love it."

This is going to be a long year.

Potty Mouth, Part III

"The pool is a good place to go potty," The Roc told me, right after we got out of the pool.

Mommy Caliente

Eating lunch at a Mexican restaurant last weekend, The Roc popped a piece of heavily spiced chicken into his mouth. I was sitting beside him and couldn't see his reaction, but Daddy later told me that he'd gasped, grabbed his juice box, and sucked down its contents in a single gulp. Then he turned to me and cried: "I need more juice, Mommy!"

As I said, I hadn't noticed this gastronomic crisis unfolding. So my unsympathetic response was: "Honey, that's not how we ask for more juice. Can you say: 'Mommy, may I have more juice please?'"

Potty Mouth, Part II

On our morning walk, we passed a big tree that had been draped in toilet paper.

"I think a squirrel went potty," said The Roc.

Potty Mouth

Now that The Roc is more or less potty-trained, he greets everyone he meets with this foolproof chat-up line:

"I'm The Roc. I'm three. I'm wearing underpants."