Type A Kid

So, well, I am going to make a confession.  I am a little, and I mean only a little, Type A.  And, well, you know Bianca and she is Type A, too.  That makes it less than surprising that Isaac is Type A too.  Part of this is being an only child.  He can boss everyone around.  But that is not all.  He is VERY particular with his cars and his choo choos and his food.  Here are some funny Type A moments.

Choosy Choo Choos

Recently he was lining up his choo choos and noticed that the polarity on the magnets on one car was the reverse of the other cars.  He pushed them together, over and over again, until finally he just pushed all of the track into the middle of the train table in utter frustration. 

Sticky Situation

Isaac loves food, but unlike virtually every kid I have ever met he does not like being dirty or sticky.  So when his food is one or both of those things he has an issue.  Isaac really loves, loves, loves his fork and spoon, but it is beyond that.  Now, when he eats finger foods, other than Goldfishies (or Go Di Dees) he usually needs to have two napkins, a wet one and a dry one.  The wet one takes care of the stickiness and the dry one takes care of the wet sensation. 

Food Fight

Isaac's little plate has three zones with dividers between them.  Food tends to stay in place, peas here, chicken here, and noodles over there.  But when they mix, when they cross over, all hell breaks loose.  Isaac will not eat any contaminated food, marking it as "DIRTY".  He even likes wraps, but only if they still have foil on them.  Bianca has to make his wrap and they put a little foil strip at the bottom to make sure it doesn't come undone because the exact same food in non-wrap form is inedible. 

So, that's our Type A kid.  We love him so, even with all his Type A-ness. 

Tony Sculimbrene