Noah wanted to wear a new shirt of his this morning. A small, seemingly innocuous comment by me meant I spent my morning trying to explain what a 'hippie' is. He didn't like any of my answers even though I tried it all from simple to honest. I finally decided there are just some things a 4year old just isn't going to get. I may just drop him off at Gilmore's house this weekend and let him explain the 60s to him.
On another note-when I snapped this pic Noah was watching the Disney channel. I have my weekly schedule down so when 'Where is Warehouse Mouse?' came on I totally freaked out. This is a 5 minute short every morning that transitions to the 730 show. Hearing the theme music was basically an alarm that it is now 725.
Without even realizing it-this show has become the metric I use for how I'm doing on time. I drop off the kids each morning. It takes about 15 minutes. On days I start on the east side of town I need to be out the door at the end of Warehouse Mouse-BUT-on days I start on the west side I need to be out the door before the Imagination Movers start to look for their furry little friend.
So I yell, 'Noah-get to the car now!!!' I scoop up Campbell and start stuffing her in the carseat. He just stands there. We never have to rush like this so I can see his doubt. 'Now Noah!' he starts to walk slowly to the door but he has to ask why so he does. Not sure why but I yelled 'Because Warehouse Mouse said so!!!!'
Then as serious as you can possibly believe he looks at me and says 'Is he a hippie Dad?'
