Wilsonisms

Here they are - some more Wilson insights:

Color on Paper Please
I have freckles. It's something I was told I would grow out of, but I'm closing in on 30 and still look a bit like a Pippi Longstocking impersonator. I don't really pay much attention to my freckles, but apparently Wilson has just noticed them. We were reading a few nights ago and Wilson said "You not supposed to color on your face with markers, Mommy. That's bad choices."

Use the Force, Daddy
We're having some trouble eating our vegetables recently. We've done best telling Wilson he may have dessert ONLY if he takes 5 bites of vegetables. There is always much wailing and gnashing of teeth and whining with this approach, but the veggies do get eaten. Eventually. Chris latched on to a better way - Jedi beans, Dark Side carrots, Light Saber lettuce, Yoda yams... If the force is with the vegetables, we don't have to ask twice; they're gone in light speed.

My Name Is...
One interesting thing I have learned since having a boy is that they are really into role playing, heros, and dessert. For several days Wilson would approach me and say "I'm Spiderman", or "I'm Superman", or "My name is Yoda". This is fine, except that sometimes he tells other people his alias - like at school. I'm all for pretend and I'm all for make-believe, but I want to make sure Wilson isn't getting make-believe and reality confused (I also don't want the Sunday School teachers trying to figure out what we're teaching this kid at home). Yesterday I was preparing dessert when "Spiderman" greeted me. I said "What's you're real name?" "Peter Parker." That's what I get for asking - of course Peter Parker is Spiderman's real name. Not in the mood to play this game I said "What is your name really?" Wilson smiled and said "Spiderman." "Well, Spiderman doesn't get any pudding." Suddenly he held out his hand and said "Hi, I'm Wilson, Wilson Crouch and I love chocolate pudding."