Such a Boy

Solomon has been fighting croup for the last few days. I thought he was finally over it but the barking returned last night. So he skipped school this morning and we went back to the doctor for more steroids.

His appointment wasn't until 11:00 so we had some time to kill. We went to Starbucks for a latte for me and chamomile tea for him. I squeezed some honey into his tea and he started stirring it with a wooden stir stick. Because he's Solomon, the tea and honey couldn't just mix. They had to have a war. The two substances warred until finally the honey was overtaken by the tea.

Later, we went to the grocery store and Solomon commented that the slushy, half-frozen snow and ice that falls from cars looks like poop. He said all the cars on the road are pooping a lot today. I was quite grossed out but had to agree that it does look somewhat like poop. Judge for yourself:


This is such a contrast from what Miriam might suppose during the same errands. To her, tea and honey would be dancing together and becoming friends. She'd tiptoe around piles of muddy snow slush and try to keep her fluffy pink boots clean. I try to make things as equal as possible between the genders in our family; the boys do play with My Little Ponies and Miriam plays with Hot Wheels tracks. But some things just don't compute.