Funny Matthew

Matthew had his arm resting on the table the other day while he was coloring. When he lifted up his arm he saw a red spot and a slight indentation from keeping his arm in one place for so long. He looked at me and said, "Mom, my arm is melting!"

One day we heard just a blip of a police siren from down the street (our neighbor is a cop). I jumped a little and asked "What was that?" Matthew's response: "A penguin."

I asked Matthew to clean up some of his toys so we could get the Legos out like he wanted. He moaned and complained about it for a while and said it would take too long. I told him to clean up in little groups, like pick up the Little People first then focus on the cars. He picked up the first group and stopped. When I asked him to keep going he said, "Mom, that's okay. I only pick up one thing." I wish I had the same rule. Life would be a breeze. Let's just say he doesn't only pick up one thing and had to finish the job.