Into the Mind of Micah

Lest I forget these things our nearly-3-year-old big boy has said lately:

It was naptime the other afternoon and he wondered why Cassie was getting up while he was getting ready to take a nap. I told him she was all mixed up: napping when the others were awake, and awake when they were napping. He looked right at me and asked sweetly,"Can I get all mixed up?"

Another day it was again naptime. He'd been playing with a favorite new toy and really didn't want the fun to end. He proposed,"I have a good idea. Let's not have naps and play instead." Bad idea.

Lately he has taken to bossing the girls. No, bossing isn't the right word. His is more taking charge. It's like he has absolute confidence that his authority stands. He speaks calmly but authoritatively. Well, kind of like Daddy. In the van the other night the girls were arguing about a doll of Lissy's that Camie had. I was waiting for them to pause so I could give some orders when Micah beat me to it. He turned around and very calmly said, "Cam, give the doll back to Lissy." Matt and I could hardly keep from laughing out loud. This has happened several times. I put him in his place when it does, but boy, it's funny.

Cassie is napping. Just now he came in and slammed the door. I called him over here for some serious questioning. "Why did you slam that door?", I asked him, like an idiot. I didn't mention that Cassie was asleep.
"Because. . .I just wike to swam it. . .when Cassie is napping." So yes, he knew not to and he knew why. Why do I ask him "why"? As soon as the question left my lips I knew it was going to be pointless. Maybe I'll learn one day.

Naptime for Lissy and Micah has arrived. Maybe Cassie will stay asleep while Camie and I do some school. Matt and I were up late working on his English Comp. 1 Essay. I really want to catch a nap, but don't know if that's going to happen.
Rose