A run for my money

3 year old boys are hard. Right? Somebody back me up. We love our shaggy headed scrapper no doubt but sometimes.........He told me today at lunch, "Mom you don't have to yell. Just talk nice and I will listen." Oh really, I thought to myself, cause I tried that 5 times already and it didn't really seem to work.

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This week is community helpers week at school each day a different community helper comes in to talk to the class. On Monday Fin had a visit from the firefighters. They taught her all sorts of fire safety and let her check out the fire truck. Well after school I picked her up and we headed down to the rec center to sign them up for soccer. On the way we had to stop at a red light and standing at the corner was a woman smoking a cigarette. I noticed that Fin was watching the woman quite intently so I decided I had better talk to her about smoking. This is how it went.

Me: Did you see that woman standing at the corner.

Her: Yes I did.

Did you see what she was doing?

Yep, Her had smoke coming out of her mouth. I should yell to her: STOP, DROP and ROLL.

Me: Trying not to laugh sooooo hard. Couldn't finish conversation.

Tuesday she had a visit from the Sheriff and she learned that if there is an emergency that she should call 991. Yes, I told her that is was 911 but she convinced I'm wrong. Lets just hope there are no emergencies.

Wednesday she met with a Doctor and 2 Dental Flosses. Dentists I asked. No mom they are called Dental Flosses. I know mom. I know.....