Like other four year old, Victor is very predictable in changing his mind. Last Saturday afternoon there was an Easter Egg Hunting in Berkeley. We planned to go but Victor refused at first. Right after he and I took a nice walk (http://qyvo.blogspot.com/2008/03/ducklings-caterpillars-and-kitten.html), he wanted to go. And he started fussing and crying when we told him it was too late. Time to change the plan and rearrange our day. We scrambled to fix something for lunch and get all the books ready to return to the library. We went and it wasn't too late. This Egg Hunting event was organized by UC students. They looked so young themselves. They had some plastic eggs in different colors. Each egg had a candy inside. Victor wouldn't go to the Egg Hunting place by himself. So Yang had to go with him. Other parents cried foul, "You cannot break the rule." This was embarrassing. There were other activities for the kids: paint the egg, play a game to win a snack bar, build a paper boat, take pictures with Egyptian, etc. Some were educational. Victor had fun. After egg hunting, three of us went to a chocolate factory in Berkeley. We bought a box of 99% bitter chocolate, for our taste. Victor got his sweet chocolate bar too.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Egg Hunting in Berkeley
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His teachers have told me what a capable young man Victor is at school: riding the bike, chatting up a storm with his friends, often the first to raise his hand and answer the teacher’s questions, etc. But when I get there, he becomes a baby boy clinging to me, speechless and weepy. I can easily think that he doesn’t like me very much.
That day the organizer told the kids three rules, “No pushing, no stealing, and have lots of fun!” Victor made me hunt the eggs for/with him. In haste he bumped into another boy and scattered his red eggs all over the lawn. The organizer came to tell us, “Parents are not allowed. We have to be fair to the others.” Embarrassed, Victor said he had enough of the egg hunting.
This mama’s boy has a girlfriend A at the preschool, so I shouldn’t be worried about his social skills. Enjoy him as long as I can.
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