The winner of poo

Three funny things before I forget:

1.  Everyday when we are driving home from school, I ask you a 101 questions and some days you appease me and some days you don't.  Today was a chatty day.  So I asked you if you went on the playground and you said:

"Yes.  Miss Lisa took us.  I wanted to go down the slide but Jood kept standing in front of it.  So then I said GET OUT OF THE WAY (which you yelled quite loud in the car).

After softly laughing for a second, I said that next time you should say please and maybe try to ask him in an inside voice.  Then I said, "Well did he move?"  To which you replied, "Well yes Mom."

(It is secretly really nice to hear you tell me stories when you "advocate" for yourself, but I wish you would just you know add a please in there...)

2.  When we get home from school, you always like to check the mail.  Today there was an anniversary card from Grandma and Grandpa (thanks Grandma and Grandpa...next year is wool.  YES!) and of course you wanted to open it.  Upon opening it, this went down:

A:  Who's birthday is it?
M:  No one's.  It's an anniversary card.
A:  What's anniversary?
M:  It is like a birthday but instead of celebrating someone being born, we celebrate a day that we got married.
A: NO MOM!  NOT MARRIED.
M:  (After asking you not to yell) what's the matter?
A:  Mary is a camp friend.  You got an Aria.

Hilarious.

3.  A little background.  You have become obsessed with "the winner".  Most definitely a school concept that you have latched onto.  You have to be "the winner" at getting to the door and "the winner" at finding Brutus and on and on. So tonight is a poo night.  Lots of poo talk these days.  Great used it.  Asher went poo earlier and although there wasn't much production you still gave him a mini parade full of sweetness.  So when it was your turn, you very nicely asked Asher to come and sit with you and talk (which is becoming the norm) and he happily will do anything you ask of him and oddly stays in there the whole time you are.  So after sitting there and performing for like almost 25 minutes and once you were done and cleaned up, you yelled "Asher look.  I'm the winner of poo!"

Oy vey....