The parrot strikes again

In a previous post I wrote about how WA is turning in to a little parrot. Last night my hubby, JA, got a taste of just what this is like. WA was in a good mood when he came home from school. He got to play a little hockey and also got "flat meatballs" (his term for a hamburger) by request for dinner. One thing he wasn't doing so well, however, was listening when we asked him to pick up his toys. JA kindly asked him a couple times, but WA went on his merry way acting like there was no one else within 10 miles (showing, once again, just how much of a pro this 3 year old is at exercising selective hearing). So finally JA said..."WA, I've asked you three times to pick up your toys. If you don't pick them up, then you don't get to play hockey tomorrow.". Well now! That got WA's attention pretty darn fast and the toys were stored in 10 seconds flat (funny how that works huh?).

After everything was cleaned up...dishes included...we all proceeded to go upstairs to get WA ready for bed. JA brought WA to the potty and hung out with him for a bit reading a book. I was in WA's room choosing the nights literary selections. JA left the bathroom and came to talk to me for a second. All of a sudden WA springs off the potty and runs in to the hallway, looks at his dad and says "Daddy, I asked you three times!" turns around and heads back to the potty. Completely out of the blue. I cracked up because JA was so surprised by the whole thing. And me...being the veteran here...I just enjoyed the show.

I think my all time favorite parrot story still goes to my niece, KF, though. One night I was on the phone with her dad, my brother, and we were talking about something. In order to emphasize a point my brother said "$hit, $hit, $hit!". Then, no less than one second later, over the phone I hear KF in the other room singsongingly say "$hit, $hit, $hit!". It was hysterical. That was definitely my first, and best, lesson in the dangers of "the Parrot".