oatmeal in the nose

Nope. No one stuffed anything in any orifice.

But, Graham thinks that he might have. Since this morning, when he ate oatmeal, Graham has repeated, "Mommy, oatmeal (oh-me-ahl) nose," and pointed at his nose. I checked and saw none, and decided that (oh-me-ahl) must mean something else. But, he has persisted, and I have since discovered that he is coming down with a cold. So I asked him, "You think that there is oatmeal IN your nose?"

"Yes. Towel please."

"You want me to get the oatmeal out of your nose with a towel?"

"Yes, mommy."

I wiped his nose, and we called it a day.

Sara and Clara, meet Charlie and Casper

Apparently our wild and wonderful (almost) four-year-old has extended her powers of imagination to entertain not only herself, but also her young brother. I just heard Greta ask Graham, "Graham, are you ready to come play with Charlie and Casper with us?" Of course he was. He followed her around while she gave him instructions, including a time for "shadow class."

We have been told that Greta and Graham are both Shadow people. They can turn into Shadow people whenever they want to play with Sara, Clara, Casper and Charlie.

It seems to be a terrific excuse for Greta to talk even more than she already does.