But Where Is My Cake? Life Is Full Of Surprises

A week after Christmas holiday we were visiting my parents (Matthew's grandparents). During the week before the visit we picked up one of those packaged Christmas cakes on sale and brought it with us. Matthew made a mental note.

My mom asked if we could open and eat it next week as she already bought some sweets for us to enjoy after lunch. It was okay with us.

So we had cookies and tea and Matthew had cookies and some drink.

When we finished I told Matthew we have to get ready for home. Matthew looked at me surprised and turned to look at Baba (the grandmother, that what he calls her).

'Baba, but we did not eat the cake. Where is the cake Baba? Baba I brought you a cake?' - Matthew kept talking.

I thought he will never stop about the cake. He really wanted to eat this cake. We had to spend five minutes to explain to him why we are not eating this cake today. It was because next week his cousins will be coming and they want to eat the cake too. It was settled.

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Last week we were visiting my parents again and for lunch Matthew was enjoying his chicken soup. When he finished his soup and the second dish he brought dish back to the kitchen and came back to the table. Then he lift the place mat and being surprised asked: 'But where is my surprise?'

It happened once on Christmas Eve, Baba placed $20 under place mat for each grandchild as a surprise (way too much in my opinion, but I couldn't argue). So he remembered and asked again. I cannot believe that my mother went and found another $20 because he just asked.

He knows better to say that 'Baba this is too much', but no instead he said he is going to toy store to buy some more toys. Yes, like he really needs more toys.

I think instead of having serious talk with Matthew I will have to have a serious talk with my mom.

Don't Forget Carrot In My Chicken Soup

It is official Matthew is now registered for the Junior Kindergarten (JK) and will start next fall. We ended up enrolling him into the public school system as opposed to other options we had - catholic or Montessori. The reason being is that I thought it would be hard on him to go full time for five days so I enrolled him into the public system where they still  have two and three alternating days per week. Okay, I will admit too, it would be hard for me to let him go as well.

On Monday this week we delivered last piece of paperwork to the school. Matthew is eligible for school bus, but I thought that we test out how far we will need to walk. Yes, I am going to walk with him.

It took us 20 minutes to walk with Matthew sitting in the wagon. I think we can do it.

On the way home we dropped by the playground. Matthew loves kids his age and is not afraid to talk and play. Soon as we arrived he engaged playing with a boy little older than him and a girl about his age, who were also siblings.

He raced them into the play tunnel and up the stairs and slid down on the double slide with the girl. He loved the fact that they slid together. Right after the girl went to play somewhere else and the boy went back into the tunnel.

Oh it was lot of fun for Matthew, so he decided to direct the play.

'Hey boy, you stay in the tunnel and I will go and get my friend' - he said to the boy.
'Hey, your friend is my sister' - the boy yelled out from the tunnel.
'Okay then, I will get your sister' - Matthew waved at him.
'Hey girl do you want to come and go up the tunnel and slide' - he asked her.
'I want to play on the ropes' - she replied.
'Okay then lets play ropes' - Matthew replied, abandoning the boy.

Well the rope game did not last very long as the mother of the boy and the girl called for home. The girl stayed behind and almost cried not wanting to go home. The mother and the boy were leaving the playground.

'Hey boy your forgot your sister' - Matthew yelled after the boy.
'Matthew don't worry they know' - I replied.

Today I told Matthew that he will be having chicken soup for lunch.
'Okay Mom and don't forget the carrot' - he replied.

I just hope that all the demands by the three year old do not grow proportionally, but I will miss him when he goes to school.