
This past week has been rife with french movies, sugar addictions and "See, I didn't lie!"
To start, a couple of weeks ago Kaydn Rye somehow stumbled upon the fact that he has the option of watching The Bee Movie (which I think is one of the lamest movies ever created) in french. I don't know how that happened, but now he watches all of his movies in french. Not spanish, not english, not even Turkish. None of those will do, only french.
And every once in awhile as he's watching a movie, he can be overheard trying to mimic what the characters are saying. And it comes out something like, "Ubablu blap blufla toladoolo blaloo."
And let's just say that he gets really, really upset if he hears you quietly laughing at him as he practices his french.
Also hilarious this week is the revelation that he will apparently go into shock if he is denied candy.
While on our way to the bank the other day he was already planning out what color sucker he was going to grab from the bank teller when I very politely told him that since he had just inhaled both his lunch and two pounds of Valentine candy for dessert, he could pick out a sucker but he'd have to wait to eat it until after his nap so his stomach would not explode.
His response to this?
"Well I need some sugar now or my stomach will go into shock."
What in the world? Shock? How does he even know there is such a thing as "going into shock?" I don't know, but to avoid laughing hysterically I just ended the conversation there.
Oh, and his new favorite line is, "See, I didn't lie."
Just the other day he had a little bit of an accident, which I would not have been too upset about except that it was while we were in town and at the mall of all places. I made the 55-mile trek into town on Thursday so that Kaydn Rye could attend the birthday party of one of his little friends from church, and afterwards he felt like while we were in town he was also entitled to a trip to the mall, namely Barnes and Noble so that he could play with the trainset in the kids' book section. (That darned train drives me insane.) I agreed, but because I was absolutely brain dead at the time I let him have a little ice cream cone before we made our way into the bookstore.
Keep in mind, Kaydn Rye has a big of a lactose intolerance problem, which is why I don't let him have ice cream unless we're at home in our bathroom. Actually, his lactose intolerance is what created the "hole in the bathroom" situation recently. See Holes in the Bathroom.
I must have been completely out of my mind that day. Even worse is that while I was sitting there, a friend of mine saw me and started chatting. She had just come back from the bathroom because her little man had had an "accident" as well. At that time I of course was thinking, "Whew, I'm so glad I'm not still dealing with potty accidents anymore. Lucky me."
So, she leaves and as I'm just sitting there staring at the wall while he plays trains, he suddenly starts doing his potty dance and we rush to the bathroom. We made it there in time, but apparently he was not finished doing his "business" when we left the bathroom because I eventually had a bit of a mess on my hands. The worst part of the situation, I didn't realize I even had a mess on my hands until we had made our way into Wal-Mart, approximately an hour after we had left Barnes and Noble. So I was forced to actually face the Super Wal-Mart bathroom in an attempt at cleaning up whatever I could.
And when asked why he did not tell me about the mess ASAP, he had no reason. I explained to him that not telling me something was the same as lying and that since I brought him into the world I could take him out of this world. I was pretty livid about the whole ordeal and he got the message loud and clear that he had better not EVER withhold the truth from me.
So now, he feels the need to tell me about absolutely everything that runs across his little brain, for fear of withholding anything, and then he proudly proclaims, "See, I didn't lie...I will never do that again," with a huge grin on his little face. It's like he's trapped in the sequel to Liar, Liar.

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That was good. My daughter is five and we still have the occasional accident. I learned to take her old training potty with us when we go places, for I hate public bathrooms.
He sounds absolutely adorable! I think French is a good choice actually! (& agree that The Bee Movie was lame)
I'm not looking forward to potty training our littlest one...putting it off until it is warmer and he can run around practically naked so there isn't so much "cleaning of messes" involved.
I am SO glad we no longer have potty accidents here. Because honestly, I'm not sure there is ANYTHING that could get me to use a Walmart bathroom. Around here, anyway.
I would love it if my little one would want to learn something in french!
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So funny. The accidents always happen at the most appropriate times don't they?
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Awwwww! How sweet is that? Well, not the mess part and the Super Wal*Mart bathroom... ;) My Little Princess will preface telling me something she might have done 'wrong' by "Promise, promise, promise you won't be mad at me?" And usually it's something I wouldn't be mad about in the first place, she just double checks almost every time before she 'comes clean'... :)
I wonder if listening to Barney in French every so often for variety would be more enjoyable than English over and over and over... What a clever dude.
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