At the Japanese restaurant it happened to be Alexander. He stuck his middle finger up and started waving it all around. He had no idea he was doing anything wrong until Rebecca quietly told him not to do that. And then she burst into fits of giggles... followed by Christopher and yes, me. You see, when you tell Alexander not to do something it is pretty much guaranteed that he will do exactly what you want him not to. It is also very hard to discipline your child when tears from hysterical laughter are streaming down your cheeks. Pretty soon everyone caught on to him and everyone started giggling along... thank goodness!
In the car on the way home we simply said to Alexander that he should never raise that finger in public. Rebecca explained that it meant something really bad and really inappropriate. He seemed to get it and the topic was dropped.
I had the perfect day planned.
I was going to hit the gym briefly while Rebecca would watch the boys. I would then come home and we would all go to Alexander's Occupational Therapy session together. From there we would head out to lunch, then to paint some pottery, then the grocery store, home to put the groceries away and then back out to go sledding....
On the way to lunch from OT Alexander shouted out of the back seat.
"I know what the middle finger means!"
"What does it mean, Alexander?"
"It means FUCK!"
Had I been drinking a glass of wine, I surely would have spit it out to California!