Vacay! Road Trip!
We're headed to North Carolina for a few days at the beach; I hope that you'll enjoy your vacations if you're taking a spring break. My husband is going to spend 5 days cracking wise about his status as the Only Korean In The Outer Banks. "Look! Blue eyes everywhere, you fit right in, hon! Let's find a drycleaner so I can see my people!" He cracks himself up. I think it's the only reason why we go to North Carolina in the first place, so he can do his Seoul Man Stranger in a Strange Land schtick.
Last year, we made the mistake of telling the little one that we were going to the beach, and he spent a week asking "NOW can we go to beach? OK, NOW? OK, how 'bout NOW? Let's go to beach now!" This was at about the same time that my older son hated to be caught taking a nap. He'd fall asleep on the couch or in the car, and would afterward steadfastly refuse to admit to having fallen asleep. "I was NOT ASLEEP! My EYES were TIRED!" My husband, who lives to tease him, would call his naps "Pixieland", as in "you were in Pixieland, weren't you?" Accompanied by goofy magic-conjuring hand gestures; it infuriated the boy. He'd wake up, and my husband would wave his fingers, make tinkling little sounds and say "Pixieland!"
The day before our beach trip last spring, the little one was angry and was poised to fling one of his toys at me; I drew myself up to my full height and said sternly "you know where you'll go if you throw that?" (meaning timeout, not hell or anything)
"To beach?" he said brightly
"I think he should go to Pixieland", said his older brother, shaking his head disgustedly.
So now, we're off "to beach". And I plan to spend some time in Pixieland, too.