[After Ray spills a box of toothpicks on the floor]
Raymond : 82, 82, 82.
Charlie : 82 what?
Raymond : Toothpicks.
Charlie : There's a lot more than 82 toothpicks, Ray.
Raymond : 246 total.
Charlie : How many?
Sally Dibbs : 250.
Charlie : Pretty close.
Sally Dibbs : There's four left in the box.
We have a reward system for Genuine Boy and his potty training. If he can go without pooping in the Dino Thunders, he gets some jelly beans. We bought a Costco size drum of jelly beans, and it is a mix of 49 flavors of Jelly Bellys. I usually grab a handfull and hold them out in my hand. The mere second they are revealed to Genuine Boy, he flashes over them and can tell me of each:
"I don wikeit"
It is uncanny. He always tosses out the popcorn flavor, and a few others, but he can tell in a split second which ones he does not care for, and here I have a hard time even telling which ones are which color.
He is proud of those Dino Thunder big boy pants. He'll be the first to show you in a crowded store. "See? I half dinofunders!!!!!"
When asking another child if they have to go to the restroom, he usually always finishes the question with the statement....*finger waving* "don go poo poo ina dynofunders!"
I love my little Rain Man! Now it's off to Target to get some more Dino Thunders....why? "K-mart Sucks!"
i will send a self addressed costco size drum of my own if you send me all the popcorn flavored jelly bellys that Gboy doesnt like! they are my faves!
I especially love it when he proudly portrays his undies!! He's a big boy now!!! LOL
I'll bet we could get our little guys involved in a very heated intellectual debate on the merits of Dinofunders vs. Engine Turtles (QB's favorite underwear du jour - and yes, that's what he calls the Ninja Turtles).
Kmart is selling its stores off to Sears. It sucked long before it was in the movie.
That's pretty good knowing which of those jelly beans suck. I still can't tell till I have them in my mouth, thankfully there is a trash can right next to my desk I can spit them into.
We found that whatever worked to keep them from going in their pants we would go with. Each of mine were different, but the last one I used fear of Dad and it worked like a charm. Sandy was having a hell of a time with him and I walked him into the bathroom one day and told him if I have ever have to clean another poop out of your underware, you are going back into diapers till you are 18 and your prom date will have to change you. Now he was only two and didn't understand a dam thing I said except that he was going back into diapers and we haven't had a problem since and its been over a year now. He was the one that wanted out of the diapers in the first place.
I think dino thunders would be sooo cool. The Chick wears Sesame Street ones and poops in em anyway.