Mr. Stinky Feet

We went to Ryan's first concert today at the Library.  Have you heard of Mr. Stink Feet?  I had no idea who that was, but I loved it!  Ryan enjoyed the Stinky Foot Song a lot because he got to say Peeyou! (sp?)  A LOT!  He especially enjoyed the line about his sister having stinky feet.  He laughed his silly laugh at that.

As for Rosey...hmmmm, where do I start?  She wanted to go sit by her friend Connor, so I said o.k. because she goes to school with him.  The next thing I know they are holding hands.  Ok, ok, they are friends and 4 years old.  I look at his Mom Kate and we pass the look to each other.  You know the look, the one that says what's up with that.As we were singing "Hark,Harold the Angel Sings", I glanced over a Rosey to see how she was doing and was shocked by what was unfolding before my eyes.  

(Look at this little charmer!)

I watched as they leaned into each other and kissed on the LIPS!  I couldn't believe my eyes...did Kate?  I look at her with panic in my eyes only to be met with the same desperate look.  What do we do?  Do we make a scene and stop them?  As luck would have it, the kiss ended quickly to our relief, but oh my gosh!  THEY ARE 4 YEARS OLD!!!

After that, Mr. Stinky Feet asked for volunteers to be in his band and Connor was up and gone!  Whew!  Rosey enjoyed the rest of the concert watching her best friend Elise and the other kids play instruments in Mr. Stinky's Band.  By the way, I enjoyed it a little more as well.

When Ralph got home from work he asked Rosey why she kissed Connor and she said, "Because I love him!"  Doesn't that make sense?  She sees her Mommy and Daddy kiss because they love each other.  Yikes!  I am going to have a talk with her about what is proper kissing of friends.  CHEEKS ONLY!!!

There is always something happening in this family.  I think that is a good thing.  Gives us a chance to grow.

Ralph was out of town last night and as we were sitting at the dinner table Rosey says it isn't the same without Daddy here.  I said it is like a part of our family is missing and she says, "A really big part".  That is so sweet to know how she feels about our family unit.   Then I hear Ryan say, "I miss my Daddy!"

I do to!