Waiting for cake:
So Daphne has been awfully busy of late. She loves her preschool and her teacher, Sherrie, who is one of the most amazing women I know. Anyway, recently, she has gotten into a little delimma at school. She does not like eating with her classmates, or should I say, watching her classmates eat their food. Most notably, the little boy next to her was dipping his chips in his milk the other day. Now Daphne did not care for this choice and had no qualms in expressing this distaste. She began saying things such as, "That is disgusting. I don't want to watch you do that." Well, this had very little affect on the boy, so she took things a step further. "You are a disgusting boy. I don't want to sit by you." This made the little boy cry, which was so sad. Daphne's teacher tried to help by saying that we can choose how we want to eat our chips, etc.. Anyway, I was talking to Daphne about this experience later and was telling her all the right things, like" You don't have to watch him eat his chips that way." and "It's not okay to call people disgusting, even if you don't like what they are doing." Daphne seemed to understand most of this and respond well;. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, she just wanted him to stop and was going about it the wrong way. She was, however, completely grossed out by this little boy eating his chips that way. I can't say that I blame her. So I said, "Daphne, you don't have to eat your chips that way. Just don't watch him. What if your friends didn't like the way you were eating and they said you were disgusting?" Daphne looked me in the eye, (and in a tone that says "Are you completely insane?") and said, "You mean, like if all of them were dipping their chips in milk and I wasn't?" I love her logic! She was looking at me and thinking, what do I care if they think I'm disgusting, when they are dipping chips in milk?A few days ago, Matt took the girls for a walk around the corner to see the horses that live close by. Across the street is a farm that has sheep and Daphne asked if they could walk over to see the sheep. Matt said, "Probably not." Daphne (of course) said, "Why?" Matt siad that they usually run away from people, and once again, Daphne siad, "Why" "Well, because they probably think you are going to eat them." "Why?" Daphne said again. "Because lots of people like to eat lamb." And in a voice dripping with honey, Daphne said, "Daddy, someday can we come over to the farm and get a lammy and take him home and cook him and eat him for dinner?"
One more story about Daphne: Last week we were having family home evening we were talking about family unity. We each went around and told each person in our family something we appreciate about them. Daphne was great- she was articulate beyond her years and needed no help in thinking of something meaningful for each person. Then I did a little object lesson where you take one stick and break it easily. Then you put a bunch of sticks together and see how it is much harder to break them together. We likened this to our family and talked about how yelling at eachother or disrespecting eachother or being rude would break down our family. Then Daphne folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, making her best teacher face and said, "Now let's take turns telling eachother what they do bad." Well, needless to say, we talked about how this probably wouldn't make our family stronger.
So the kids went outside and began eating popsicles. Matt lightly smacked Isaac on the back of the head to kill a mosquito and they playfully began hitting eachother. Daphne said, "Boys! No! That breaks the rules of Family Home Evening!" Then, Matt said, "Yea, that's probably not good for our family." Daphne said, "Yeah. I feel weak."
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