Persuasion: Part II

Two weeks ago I posted about David getting the FluMist.  Read it here if you missed the first go 'round.

Today Nathan got the flu shot at work.  When he was putting the kids to bed, David gave him a big hug and in the process squeezed hard right over the inoculation site.

Nathan: "Ow."
David: "What's wrong?"
Nathan pulled up sleeve to reveal a band-aid
David: "What's that from?"
Nathan:  "I didn't sniff."
David got huge eyes and said: "Daddy, you should have sniffed!"

Priceless

When we bought our house 3 years ago, there was a mural of monster trucks in what is now David's bedroom.  As a 3-year-old, he thought it was pretty nifty, and we left it up.  About 15 months later, he started mentioning on occasion that he didn't want the trucks on his wall anymore; he wanted dinosaurs.  He has gradually increased the frequency of his request over the past couple years, but it hasn't been high on the home-improvement-priorities list.  More like rock bottom.

Last night David emerged an hour post-bedtime with a very urgent request to get rid of the trucks.  Wanting to start instilling financial awareness in him, I told him, "Sweetie, we just don't have money for that right now."  Today he retrieved $0.85 from his piggy bank and said, "Here Mom, you can use this to pay for the paint."

Persuasion

I took David to get FluMist today in lieu of a traditional shot (it's administered as a nasal spray). The nurse gave him the first dose in one nostril and told him to sniff. Nothing. Gave him the second dose in the other nostril and again asked him to sniff. Nothing.  We asked and asked in a variety of ways with no results.  Finally I said, "If you don't sniff, you'll have to get a shot." 

**SNIIIFF!** 

Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!

I think he sniffed all the way home.


[update: He sniffed for three days afterwards.  We finally had to tell him it was okay to stop sniffing!  Read Part II here]

Hot Dog!

We had hot dogs for dinner tonight.  As he was eating, David declared:  "I know what hot dogs are."

Nathan:  "Oh really?  So what are hot dogs?"

David: "Meat!"

Nathan: "That's right, they're a type of meat.  Sometimes they're beef, or turkey, or pork, or...

David: "Carrion?"

...

[much laughter ensued]