Oliver has found a little playhouse at Costco that he loves. He wants to go to the store just to play in his house. He also uses it as a restroom... every time. Thank god he's still in diapers. Yesterday he got confused and thought his house was at Target, that made for an interesting trip to Target.
Today I told him we were going to Costco and he could play in his house. He got very excited and started telling me how he lives at Costco and that was his house. I told him he might have to share if other kids were there.
'But, why I share my house, I live there. You and Mommy no share your house.'
'I'm just saying you might have o share.'
'I no share my house.' he mumbled.
We get into the store and he starts leading the way to his house. I stop to look at some plants and he's dancing in the aisle, 'lets go to my house..' He is excited or he might have to poop. I get confused on where the house is and get scolded and corrected by a two year old. And, he was right, he knew where it was as to say that is where it used to be. They moved his house.
'Where my house go?'
'I don't know buddy.'
'Oh, there it is, you come help me?'
They moved 'his' house on a shelf with the rest of the kids play things. So he immediately begins climbing the shelves and wants me to give him a boost. When no boost was given things got interesting again. That boy can make tears so fast and then turn them off even faster.
He cried and cried. I hugged him and sympathised with him. 'I just need to snuggle awhile.' So I hugged him in the cart at the foot of 'his' house for about ten minutes. Strangers walking past thought something was actually wrong. Then he saw a five foot puppy dog that he needed to snuggle with. (Why Costco carries five foot stuffed puppy dogs is the real story that needs telling.) After a lot more crying and asking his daddy why his house was taken away, with no good response form daddy, he looks at me, tears all gone and says, 'I go eat now.' Free samples, he LOVES the free samples more than Asians do. I'm not being rude or racist with that last comment just stating a fact, there are hundreds of Asians at this Costco and you almost have to throw elbows to get to a snack tray before they eat them all.
After about four rounds of free snacks O was feeling a little better. So we drive home and are about half a mile from from our house when Oliver starts telling me our house is gone. I was a little un-nerved by this because he is about 75% accurate with his of the cuff predictions. And he can speak dog or he thinks he can read their minds and seems to get it right most of the time. )Really weird things this kid has going for him but another story for a different time.)
'My house gone, your house gone too.'
'Where is our house?'
'It just gone, you can't get to it, it just gone, somebody take, you no live there anymore.'
'I'm sorry they moved your house buddy, you can live with us, in our house.'
'OK, but it gone.'
Thankfully our house wasn't gone, his ESP on base percentage takes hit with that one. But at least we could get home and he could take a nap and dream about his old house.
Bless his heart! They really can go from 0-60 in no time at all, can't they? And then right back to 0 with the right distraction. Thankfully Costco is full of fun distractions! Glad his prediction about the house was incorrect as well. Love that sweet boy!
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