So last night we were talking to Auntie Monica outside when it started raining. Isaac was very sad that we had to go inside so we explained to him that it was raining and that if he wanted we could go down in the workshop. He cheered up instantly.

When we went downstairs he gave Auntie Monica the full tour showing her all kinds of tools and telling everyone that he and his Dad are both "workers". It was very adorable. Finally, he said he had to pee. I grabbed him to make a dash upstairs when he howled in protest and pointed over to the slop sink in the basement. He said "P-Pa let me pee in there."  Bianca and I both doubted him, but he insisted and with the pee hold it clock running out of time, we decided to let he do it. We grabbed the stool and pulled down his pants and then it was off to the races. He peed into my shop slop sink for about three minutes (he has an amazingly strong bladder). When he stopped I grabbed some bleach and washed down the sink.

After we questioned him about whether or not he was allowed to do this and he insisted time and again that P-Pa had let him do it. Checking the story for holes we asked if Nanna had given him permission. He said Nanna was there and said it was okay and then he switched saying Nanna was upstairs. Seeing a potential weak spot, we decided to settle the argument by emailing P-Pa and Nanna.

Today we got these responses:

P-Pa

Guilty.....but we were working with our tools and he jumped up and grabbed his crotch and said he had to pee so rather than dealing with a trailingstream and wet pants I grabbed him and let him pee in the sink downstairs.You guys need a bathroom in the basement. That's my defense. Also, Nanna was complicit in the crime, she was there, too.

P-Pa

PS-we flushed the sink thoroughly to ensure it was clean after he wasfinished.

Nanna:

Oh Yes it is, much to my dismay!!!

It is totally hilarious what grandparents will do for their little guy.  It is not something we want to encourage, but it is really, really funny, both because of I-man's insistence and because of the grandparents being grandparents.

When it comes to I-man, his grandparents have no power to resist his cuteness.

Before being told they had to come inside to eat dinner:

After:

That didn't go well.

Isaac wanted a green lightsaber and though he did not strictly need it, having two other lightsabers already (though one IS mine), we decided to cash in a gift certificate and get him one. He is practically obsessed with Yoda, so green it was.

The funny thing is we traveled all over creation to find it and in the end we had to break down and get it from the internet. We told Isaac what happened and that it would be a little bit of a wait for the green lightsaber to arrive. He was perfectly okay with that, displaying an amount of delayed gratification that is surprising both for US Congressmen and 2.5 year olds.

The first morning he woke up and asked me if we could track the lightsaber. I did not, for a second, think he meant what he said, but then he asked if we could see where it was on the 'puter, as he calls it. It was at that moment that I realized how much things have changed since I was a kid, hell, since I was in college. My 2.5 year old wants to track his packages. It also indicates that perhaps we do too much shopping on the internet (alas, our inability to find the green lightsaber in person is perhaps indicative of why).

Whatever the reason or meaning, I would always track it with Isaac. We'd call up Google maps and the email and then plug in all of the cities. We watched it go from upstate New York east towards Fitchburg. One day it stopped in Northborough, only a few minutes away. I knew it would be there that night.

Lo and behold, upon arrival there it was, a long square box, making it certain that the lightsaber had arrived.

Next thing you know he is going to ask me about getting a Twitter account.