Why Sticks, Why ?

A survived a trip to visit my sister. She lives six hours away by car. A is a very good traveller, and does well in a car; but I think if I'm the only parent traveling that far again we'll take the train so he can run around more. Oh, yeah; I should officially mark Feb 17, 2008, 5:23 PM as the Official Time that A asked "Why is the sky blue?"

He really surprised my relatives by running almost non-stop for an hour in a park. On both days that we visited it.

In other news, he's really into sign language, and one of the first questions that he'll ask people is if they know any sign language; then he'll run through the signs for Y, bus, U, train, and a few others. Then he'll ask for the sign for things like oven and matches. (By the way, make sure to lock up your matches when we visit, as A is very interested in fire.)

Sticks are becoming a slight problem. A wants to poke strangers with them and whack neighbor's plants with them. Or else he wants to make them (ala Mickey, Donald and Goofy) Musketeer swords. Add to that a thirty-two month year old's (lack of) body awareness and walks outside become hazardous. Unfortunately, the sticks too small to hit people and damage property with turn into cigarettes. I don't know where A picked that up, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the cigar smoking parrot, Jose Carioca, may be to blame. Sigh; if it's not Disney, then it's the construction guys who drive the "diggers."