You have got to be kidding me.

This afternoon I had to stop at connivence store after picking Christopher up from school.  The standard practice is that he joins me and he purchases a candy bar of his choice by himself.  Today they had a bucket of small packages of pretzels with Halloween designs on them.  Orange and black packages.  Though I told him he wouldn't like them he insisted on the Orange package so I gave him the quarter and he purchased the package.  Upon opening it for him he became disappointed and decided he now wanted the black one. So again I hand to him a quarter and he proudly makes his purchase.  Again I open the package for him to which he responds with his head hung low and his little hand at his forehead saying "You have got to be kidding me!"

Next he selected a yummy ice cream treat from the freezer box.  Totally worth the 50 cents and the additional $1.95 for ice cream to hear such an appropriate statement of disappointment.

   

Fire Works

Sometimes "social stories" are for setting the scene, and other times its for debriefing. Either way this link is to a really cool craft project that can be shared both before and after fire works to talk about the what to "expects" and "wasn't that great fun stories." 
http://www.myubam.com/pdf/imn/fireworks.jpg   
Not everyone gets excited about fire works - but Christopher does enjoy them.  In fact I am thinking that after the 3 days of fire works that we planned to attend he may be will have a hard time when they are all gone.

Cutting up the rug.

"Mommy dance-n me?" "Ah come on!"  "Pees?"  OK buddy lets go . . . . into Hawks room where he has a stereo.  We pop in his favorite - Elvis's Greatest Hits.  And we dance, jump, run and spin.  This went on for a good 20 mins.

Counting

Counting to three isn't really new - but it has mostly been in the way of a ready set go, one two three.  However last night we did counting of items/pictures in a book.  He led me in counting the windows on the boat - one, two, three.

Tunnel

Better Start has been working on habitats and animal tracks and patterns.  Proof he's learning.  We are walking through the parking lot on our way into the Dr's Office and he yanks on my arm to point out to me the animal tunnel.  "Ook a Ton nail"  Of course we had to stop and explore it for a few minutes.  I admit I was a little worried that something might actually come out.