The Boys' Moments

Every night, I record any funny or memorable moments with Evan and Wesley. Here are a few from the past few months that are particularly amusing. Most are from Evan.

--At the grocery store, we passed the large bins that have candy and nuts that you can scoop into a bag and buy according to weight. As we passed by, Evan snagged a chocolate-covered nut cluster and as I was saying "No, no Evan--put it back!" he popped it in. After chewing for a couple seconds he decided he didn't like it, and spit out the partially masticated goo back into the bin itself.

--Today while I was on the treadmill, Evan was on the couch right next to it, and decided to tempt fate and lean over the arm of the couch to touch it. As I was saying, "No, no Evan, you will get an owie!" he fell over, landing on the engine compartment. As I struggled to get him off, the runner caught his legs and Evan, sprawled in paralyzed fright, was whisked under my legs and catapulted into the playroom. He was startled, contemplated crying, then went back to playing.

--Evan's transition to Sunbeams has been a rough one. In sharing-time his second week, the primary president told Evan to quiet down, because he was being noisy. Evan refused, so she picked him up and carried him outside. He screamed, flailed, and wriggled; then, he went to hit her right in the face. She intercepted his arm, so he resorted to kicking her. This tops the list; coming in second is when he decided to do somersaults in sharing-time, and when candy was briefly mentioned as a treat at the end of sharing-time for Valentine's day, he tantrumed until the presidency just caved and gave him his candy immediately, before all of the other children.

--On a trip into the canyon to start a fire and roast marshmallows, Evan asked over and over, for 20 minutes straight, if he could have his marshmallow right then. He probably asked 30 times. When we got there, he didn't want to wait until they were roasted, so stuffed a couple in his mouth right away while the rest of us patiently roasted ours.

--Today I noticed Evan scratching his bum with a pained expression on his face. So, I asked him if he needed to go poo-poo. He said no, that he had gone already, but that it had been, and I quote, "a spicey poo" so it had hurt his bum. Wesley confirmed the existence of spicey poo's, adding that sometimes he gets them too.

--At dinner, Evan kept laughing, which in turn sprayed soggy food all over the table. We asked him to stop, and he replied with, "I can't--my throat keeps making me laugh."

--At dinner, Wesley informed us that he was in love with a friend of his from school, a girl named Isa. He continued, heaving an exaggerated sigh then saying, "I'm SO in love with her!" Stifling laughter, I asked him what being in love felt like. He said "It makes me feel happy and excited." I asked how long he had been in love with her and he replied, "Oh, for a long, long time now! For a whole WEEK!"