Are we born with our sense of entitlement, or is our culture so saturated with it that we develop it from a very young age? Either way, we've noticed kids are never really satisfied with what they have. Someone else's toys are always better. We buy Evelyn something new and she is content with it in the first day, but the next day she's bored again. So we had a family home evening lesson on being grateful for the things we have been given.
We started out talking to Evelyn about people who can't do things that she can do. She's already pretty sensitive to people with disabilities because of my arthritis. So we talked to her about people who are born without arms. We decided to pretend we haven't any arms, and tried to draw pictures with our feet.
That was so successful we couldn't leave it there and went on to brushing our hair:
This is where Michael and I stopped participating, but Evelyn didn't mind because she thought it was so interesting.
She was amazingly good at brushing her hair, but by the time she was done styling it, she looked very similar to Cousin It.
Next we let her brush her teeth. She couldn't quite reach her toothbrush to her mouth with her right leg, so we switched it over to her left, and she did just fine.
Last we had her put on a pair of pants. By this time she was so excited she was just goofing off and rolling around the floor giggling. She got them most the way up by using....HER TEETH! I can't believe her flexibility! She did eventually get her pants the rest the way up, but she cheated with her hands tied behind her back.
Here are some funny things Evelyn has said lately:
"Mommy, if a bad guy wants to punch you in the face, don't worry, Daddy and I will keep you safe. I will use my 'windshield wipers!'" (We taught her how to block punches by using her arms like windshield wipers.)
Her uncle John visited with us on the fourth of July and her told Evelyn that he calls one of his little girls by the nickname "Wiggles." Then he asked Evelyn if she had a nickname. She was a little confused, so he clarified by asking if anyone ever called her anything other than her name.
"Yes," she replied solemnly. "Sometimes my mommy calls me liar-head." John and Grandma burst out laughing and Evelyn indignantly cried, "THAT'S NOT FUNNY! THAT'S SAD!!!"
We watched the old classic movie Harvey with Jimmy Stewart and then Evelyn started walking around with a big invisible rabbit, of course. He's the perfect imaginary friend. Well, one morning, Evelyn started screaming and ran into my bedroom to wake me up.
"Mommy, Mommy! There's a huge daddy-long-leg spider in the kitchen!" Alright, Alright....I rolled out of bed to live up to my roots of bug killing (thank you, Killer Ken) and found a dead daddy-long-leg spider in my kitchen with only three legs. I called Evelyn and pointed out the fact that it was dead.
"Well, it was moving when I saw it!" she said.
"But it only has three legs on one side of it's body. It couldn't move unless somehow it lost those legs after you saw it." I explained.
Evelyn gasped and rasped, "Harvey! He must have nibbled the legs off while I was getting you."
We had a dentist appointment on Monday, and Evelyn was so excited for it. She kept telling us that she was going to be so brave when they "tickled" her teeth. She kept repeating Dr. Peacock's name and finally she announced that she liked that name! Then she told me, "Dr. Peacock says that his blue gloves smell like grapes, but they don't. They smell like balloons."
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