Honesty

Today it's raining and Bishop isn't allowed to watch TV.  I just spent about 30 minutes doing dishes while answering a constant barrage of questions.  Theoretically, Bishop should now know how the clean/ dirty sign works and why you can freeze applesauce and yogurt but not cheese but I guarantee he will ask me those questions again.  It's not enough for him to hear an answer to a question; he has to make sure that answer stands the test of time and that every person will give him the same answer. 

The reason he can't watch TV is because yesterday I walked out of my room to find him with a mouth full of Rice Krispy.  Then as soon as he could talk, he proudly told me that he ate 5 of them.  It's a weird feeling as a parent to be mad but also proud that your child is so honest.  He would make a terrible criminal.  Which is a huge compliment.  Then ironically while I was explaining what he did to a friend, I could hear him making a ruckus in the bathroom and called out to him.  It went exactly like this:

"Bishop"

"I dropped my toothpaste in the toilet"

If he hadn't told me, I probably would never have known because it flushed with no problems.  I would have just assumed it got lost somewhere. 

*sigh* I love that little jerk so much. 

I Did Follow Through!

I know I said I would blog every Tuesday but last week didn't count for.... reasons.  And then today I thought "Maybe I'll start next week" but I realized Bishop doesn't have school next week which is when I said I would take my breaks from blogging so I thought "I better do it now before I slack off too much and this whole thing crashes and burns before it even gets off the ground".  So here I am, showing up to my self-imposed obligations.  I would be so proud of me!  I AM so proud of me.  I'm right here, I can just ask myself questions whenever I want.  And I do all time because my brain is an unstoppable question machine.  Is it any wonder that I made Bishop, who can literally not stop asking questions?  I like to blame John for his boisterous personality (I mean it's partially his fault) but his questioning nature is all me.  Bishop is what you would hear if I ever bothered to tell anyone what I was thinking about.  Except the questions would be more age appropriate.  But when I was 5, I was asking all the same questions in my head and just making up my own answers I guess.  I also have a very active imagination.  One time, my classmate told me that one of the bus drivers got fired and I legit thought she was dead.  Like "You're bad at your job, we're gonna fire you out of this cannon.  Goodbye" and I was terrified about getting fired until I saw her a few weeks later and thought to myself "she didn't get fired, she's right there." 

Am I getting off topic?  Was there a topic to begin with?  It has been 13 days since I blogged so I guess my mind is just full of rambly thoughts that I haven't had a chance to share with anyone.  Or maybe I just feel amped up right now cause I've had a busy day.  I did one whole thing.  If you use the introvert conversion, that's like a million things.  Also that one thing I did involved me talking for an hour so you can convert that to 10 million things.  I did 100 million things today.  And I'm still blogging.  And now I'm done.  See you in 2 weeks. 

PS - I just proof read this before posting and it was LOADED with mistakes.  Not spelling mistakes, because spell check catches that stuff right away but like "you missed a whole word" type mistakes and I originally wrote conversation instead of conversion.  Totally different meaning.