DH bought a used copy of the "Pied Piper of Hamelin" at the library book sale that really doesn't pull any punches about the storyline. And proceeded to read it to DSs (barely 3 and nearly 2). They make us (everyone) read it to them over and over while they process the story. DS1 gets really nervous about the scary rats, but MIL tells him that most rats won't bother you -- after all, DH had pet rats when he was younger.
That was three weeks ago. Ever since then, DS1 has been talking about his "five pet white rats." He discusses their eating habits, likes and dislikes, sleeping arrangements, etc. He can't stand up because some of his rats are on his lap and will fall off. We have to go back to the store because we left one of his pet rats there and it is crying for him. Etc. Etc.
Yesterday, he calls me up and tells me that one of his pet rats bit DS2, but it's okay, because it's just a baby rat and it doesn't have any teeth. Well, it does have teeth, but they're teeny tiny teeth and they're not sharp so it didn't hurt DS2. DS2 gets on the phone crying that DS1's rats are biting him.
Today, someone exclaims "Oh, what a cute baby!" over DS2. DS2 tells her: "Me not a cute baby!" I ask him what he is. "Me ... dinosaur!" and then a moment later he adds: "Dinosaurs eat rats." Mind you, this kid isn't two yet -- where he did come up with the idea to be an animal that eats his brother's scary imaginary pets?
DS1 agrees enthusiastically that dinosaurs eat rats, but not pet rats, because pet rats are nice.
My kids are nuts. Hilarious, but nuts.
That was three weeks ago. Ever since then, DS1 has been talking about his "five pet white rats." He discusses their eating habits, likes and dislikes, sleeping arrangements, etc. He can't stand up because some of his rats are on his lap and will fall off. We have to go back to the store because we left one of his pet rats there and it is crying for him. Etc. Etc.
Yesterday, he calls me up and tells me that one of his pet rats bit DS2, but it's okay, because it's just a baby rat and it doesn't have any teeth. Well, it does have teeth, but they're teeny tiny teeth and they're not sharp so it didn't hurt DS2. DS2 gets on the phone crying that DS1's rats are biting him.
Today, someone exclaims "Oh, what a cute baby!" over DS2. DS2 tells her: "Me not a cute baby!" I ask him what he is. "Me ... dinosaur!" and then a moment later he adds: "Dinosaurs eat rats." Mind you, this kid isn't two yet -- where he did come up with the idea to be an animal that eats his brother's scary imaginary pets?
DS1 agrees enthusiastically that dinosaurs eat rats, but not pet rats, because pet rats are nice.
My kids are nuts. Hilarious, but nuts.
