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Oliver: Stella, please finish your chicken. Because Mom says I can’t have fruit or a treat until you are done too. So eat.
Stella: Mind your own beeswax, Ohber.
Oliver: It is BUSINESS, Stella, not beeswax. It is mind your own BUSINESS.
Stella. No, Ohber. It is MY beeswax, so I can say beeswax. And it is my own personal beeswax. So mind it. Oliver: It IS my business–BUSINESS–Stella, because I can’t have treat because you are taking so long. So eat your chicken.
Stella: No Ohber! My business is my beeswax and you cannot mind it because I am minding it, personally. The beeswax is mine!
Oliver: Stella!! That doesn’t make any sense!
Stella: Let me say it another way, OHBER, so you can UNDERSTAND: Leave Me Alone! Got it??
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Apr 252011
One vignette: Kids looking at the blue sky. Stella says, “that cloud looks like a bunny!” Oliver adds: “Yes, and that one looks like Tunisia!”
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From K:
Stella: Thrilled. She actually did a mini fist pump and yelled “yes!” and then danced around the kitchen repeating, “it’s a girl! It’s a girl!”
Oliver: Not so much. We actually had a little bit of a lower-lip quiver. I didn’t realize he’d care so much. I just had a nice talk with him about how great he’s going to be as a big brother to a little girl, because he’s already had practice with Stella. that seemed to help a little. Although his last comment as I left the room was: “I think I’m still going to think of some boy’s names, because maybe the doctor is wrong.”
LATER: So at dinner I said we will need to get Stella a new bed so we can turn hers back into baby crib. Stella asks if she can have bunk beds. Oliver tunes into this and informs me: “Yah, me too. I will be okay with having a baby girl if I can sleep in a top bunk.”
It would thus appear Oliver is willing to live with his new sibling’s gender, so long as he can extract concessions.
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