The Crayola Pot of Gold

For Zoe's second birthday she got a trike.  She was all excited and used to sit on it to watch TV or read a book.  She never really got the pedaling concept down until just recently.  It's never been one of her favorite things.  Mainly because as she's sitting on the sidewalk, she randomly just falls off the bike.  I've never been able to understand if that's because of bad coordination or her way of getting me to realize she's not into the trike.  Either way it usually sits in the garage while she wears her helmet to pick weeds or use the sidewalk chalk.

Then her sisters got scooters for their birthdays and pretty soon everyone we know is getting scooters.  Her friend Katie at church has one and her friend Cohen has one.  Every time we go to Cohen's house to play she wants him to get off his scooter and give her a turn.  Since they are both only children, that has caused some hard lessons in sharing and learning that just because you want something doesn't mean you get it.

Yesterday Grandma and Zoe went to Target to look for a 10-pack of washable Crayola markers in Classic Colors.  Which is my arch enemy right now.  They are on the preschool supply list and I've yet to find them.  I actually think they are like the pot at the end of the Crayola rainbow.  They make a 10-pack, but it's not washable.  They make an 8-pack that is washable.  I'm a bit at a loss as to what to do.  I'll probably end up buying both!

The Crayola trip to Target was a total bust, but Grandma did find a scooter that is perfect for Zoe.  It has an extra wide base for her feet and grows with her.  Plus it's a Disney Princess scooter which matches her helmet.  And, if that's not awesome enough, it has a little purse on the front of it for things like crackers and bandages.  Which, with some lip gloss, are the three essentials in every preschooler's arsenal.

Zoe practiced all day at Grandma's house.  I'm proud to report, she's mastered scootering.

The first thing she wanted to do was go to Cohen's house so they could scooter together.  Cohen and his parents came outside to play.  Zoe created a track.  She'd go up the street, turn into Cohen's driveway, down the sidewalk and out the neighbor's driveway.  It was the perfect track.

Until Cohen was sitting in the neighbor's driveway.

And Zoe couldn't complete her lap.

This was the conversation:

Zoe:  Excuse me Cohen.
Cohen:  You can't scooter.
YES I CAN!  (screaming at the top of her lungs)
NO YOU CAN'T!
(Zoe goes over to sit in the grass and pout):  Cohen, can I ride my scooter now?
NO!
YES!
NO!  I'm going in the house.

If you've never seen two, small children argue over something so ridiculous, you're totally missing out.  It was absolutely the funniest thing I've seen.  When we got home Zoe put her scooter in the kitchen and just sat on it.  When I asked her what's wrong, she said, "Cohen said I couldn't ride it."

I told her that she absolutely could since we were at our house.  It would be our secret. 

Just like sneaking in 10-count non-washable markers into her backpack will be mine!