Dancing is in my blood.
Yoshi decides that the kids need to learn how to dance properly(?). So she starts teaching them "The Floss". Not to be outdone by her, I decide to show the kids how to do the Floss correctly.
As I start to get into the groove, Vian runs over and turns the light off, just as Yoshi remarks "Yeah, nobody needs to see that".
Tough crowd!
Vian: Amma, the roomba is not cleaning anything.
Yoshi: Let me check.
She finds lego pieces and strings blocking the Roomba wheels.
Yoshi: Thank you, Vian. You're right it wasn't picking up anything.
Me: Vian, did you just tattle on Roomba to your mother?
When we were in Italy, we visited the Ufizzi museum and saw a lot of old world statues. There was one statue of a warrior holding a shield in his hand. I told the kids that it is Captain Italy who happens to be the cousin of Captain America. Obviously, neither of them believed me and Sempi groaned at my lame joke.
Recently Vian started potty training. He's proud of wearing his underwear and strikes a pose every now and then.
Me: Vian you look like Captain Underpants.
Vian: No Appa. I'm like Captain Italy, remember.
Me: Haha. Was Captain Italy wearing underpants?
Vian: No Appa. Captain Italy was wearing his penis.
Of course, I forgot that the statue was naked. All the statues were naked.
Vian is 3 years old which is the minimum age required in this family to be eligible for big boy underwear. So naturally, we started potty training him this week.
He's come a long way since Monday and it is going very well. He does get frustrated by the inconvenience of having to stop playing just to empty his bladder. This morning he declared "I need to wear diapers or else I'm not going to eat anymore!".
A hunger strike! I guess reading all those books about Gandhi is having an effect on him.