snack: natural Cheetos
lunch: PBJ sandwich, saltines, pear, pineapple juice
snack at PALS: Clif kids bar
dinner: pb sandwich, Fritos, watermelon, banana, water
Ike woke up in a happy mood and I knew we'd have a good day today. Sure enough, when I picked him up his teacher said he did.
She also brought me an 'incident report' - one of those papers they have to fill out when your kid hits another kid. But guess what - Ike was the victim!!
I am pretty sure I am the only mom who ever did a fist pump and said YESSS! upon learning that their kid had gotten slapped by another kid at preschool.
Right afterward, she handed another piece of paper to the other mom. That mom looked very upset and said, "I just don't know what has gotten into her lately!" And I said, immediately:
I DO! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER! IT'S THE DYE! I BET SHE'S BEEN EATING CANDY CANES HUH? IT'S THE RED DYE! IT MAKES THEM CRAZY! REALLY!
All I got was a kind of weird look.
And this is the moment when I realized that I have, once again, trumped my own established level of weirdness.
- Being a Christian who actually believes the bible means what it says is pretty stinking weird, but I thought I could do weirder
- So then I had four kids in three years, which definitely qualified me for the Weird Olympics. But, we still weren't bringing home the gold...
- So we decided to adopt a kid from an orphanage in Africa. Now, that's weird. Ca-razy weird. But y'all...it doesn't stop there....
- Now I'm the bible thumper with four little kids who is adopting more from Africa of all places AND WHO GOES ON AND ON ABOUT THE FACT THAT ARTIFICIAL DYES AND ALL THAT STUFF MAKE KIDS ACT CRAZY!!
How much more of a freak can I become???
Really, the only thing left for me to do now is homeschool.
Anyway, all the aggression and bad behavior has left him - he is my sweet little Ikey, who is talking more and more. But he still cried so much today, like his little heart was broken. He didn't want to go to PALS, so he sobbed. Maggie took some stickers away from him, he sobbed. I told him I needed my iPhone back, he sobbed. I mentioned before he is not a crier, so this is odd.
It appears that the yellow #5 (I am assuming this is all the yellow, even though there is some blue #1 in pickles too) makes him a holy terror for the first 36 hours, and then he has PMS for at least another day.
{maybe I eat too much dye?}