Yesterday at lunch, Eli was crying a little bit. Daddy had told Eli he couldn't eat his grilled cheese sandwich in the living room like Eli wanted to. When Eli asked why, Daddy explained that the crumbs would exacerbate our already bad ant problem.
Mama: "I think you should eat something and then we'll get ready for rest time."
Eli: "Why?"
Mama: "I think you will feel better. You are a little cranky from being tired."
Eli, crying harder and whining: "I'm not cranky because I'm tired... I'm cranky because of our ant problem!"
After rest time, we went for a walk to Bush Park. On the way, we ran into two older kids who live nearby. The boy, probably 7 or 8, asked Eli is he wanted to have a playdate.
Eli, very serious with his hand on his hip: "The problem is that my mom and dad don't know your mom and dad so ..."
The little boy, anxious to assure Eli that it is OK, starts telling Eli all about his family -- his mom's name, his dad's name, his phone number, etc.
Eli just shakes his head: "My mom and dad don't know your mom and dad."
I was really happy to see that Eli understood these unspoken rules about playdates. (And also a little relieved that he didn't insist on a playdate as I don't know these kids and don't really want to meet their parents!)
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