I wasn't expecting that

There are quite a few frustrating aspects to having two three-year-olds.  They are very . . . opinionated.  On the upside, however, the boys' verbal skills are still exploding, and their communication is much more nuanced than it was even three months ago.  It's endlessly fascinating to hear what's going on in their brains.  

This morning over breakfast Tristan asked me, "Mom, why don't we have a TV?"  And Duncan said, "Yeah, why we don't have TV?"  I really wasn't prepared to answer that question before they were big enough to have a copy of Amusing Ourselves to Death shoved under their noses. I fumbled through an answer along the lines of, "there are these things called commercials . . . and commercials do weird things to your brain . . . ."  Really, it was pretty pathetic.  But they seemed to think it was reasonable.

I handled an unexpected bath time pronouncement last night much better.  I'd finished washing Duncan and lifted him on to the bath mat as usual, when he raised is arms over his head and turned in a slow circle.  "Put my toga on, Mom!" he said.  Ok, kid, that I can do.  I wrapped him up in a maroon towel, and tucked in the corner ceremoniously.  He put down his arms and marched himself out of the bathroom like a little Roman senator.  Where do they come up with this stuff?