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ciroccojShould it bother me that my 3.5 yr old was singing "I Wanna Be Sedated" the other day? Or that both of my kids can readily identify Ozzy songs?
Nah.
Justin's listening to "Peaches." The singer says "If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches every day... millions of peaches, peaches for me..."
"Somebody's gonna get a tummyache," Justin shakes his head disapprovingly.
The other day, we went to visit Noah (5.5) and Oscar (2.5). Noah had apparently been looking forward to Daniel's visit, but his mother had forgotten to tell him that only Justin was coming that day. So Justin gets out of the car, Noah looks inside, and I tell him, "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, but Daniel's not coming today."
"Where is he?" he asks Justin.
"At Spanish camp," Justin replies. Noah pauses for a moment and I'm sure a typical child-like "I don't want YOU here, I want your brother!" will be forthcoming. Instead, Noah looks somewhat disappointed, but smiles at Justin anyway.
"Well, I'm still glad you're here, buddy," he says, and off they go.
What a nice kid.
We're at marital counseling, fairly heavy session. At the end Dr. K asks Chris if he'll be OK. He replies, "Sure, I'm good at suppression - I'll just cram it all down and then go have lunch with the bulimics."
Chris and I are discussing how we need to let Justin know what's going to happen re. the ear tube surgery.
"We have to reassure him, talk to him about the anesthetic..."
"...and taking pain medicine after the operation..." blah blah blah
"You think we should tell him he's been so bad that the doctors are going to have to cut his ears open?" Chris asks.
"Like Katie Was So Bad Her Mommy Stopped Loving Her?" I start to giggle (one of my favourite titles from the Children's Books That Were Never Published list.)
"Yeah! And we could tell him he better shape up, or his eyes are gonna be next!"
"Ooh, this has possibilities."
"Except we should, you know, go like this," Chris pokes at his own eyes, "whenever he's being bad. Because kids needs visuals."
"What are the ducks saying, Mama?" Justin asks as we look at them in the river.
"They're talking to each other."
"About what?"
"I dunno. What do you think ducks talk about?"
"Maybe bugs. Or fish. Or bread. Or other ducks."
Noah tells Daniel a riddle: "What runs all day and never gets tired?" (It's a clock, BTW)
"A baby!" says Daniel.
Chris is putting the kids to bed. "Well, boys, your knees are skinned, your shins are bruised, and your feet are filthy. You've had a good day."
Nah.
Justin's listening to "Peaches." The singer says "If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches every day... millions of peaches, peaches for me..."
"Somebody's gonna get a tummyache," Justin shakes his head disapprovingly.
The other day, we went to visit Noah (5.5) and Oscar (2.5). Noah had apparently been looking forward to Daniel's visit, but his mother had forgotten to tell him that only Justin was coming that day. So Justin gets out of the car, Noah looks inside, and I tell him, "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, but Daniel's not coming today."
"Where is he?" he asks Justin.
"At Spanish camp," Justin replies. Noah pauses for a moment and I'm sure a typical child-like "I don't want YOU here, I want your brother!" will be forthcoming. Instead, Noah looks somewhat disappointed, but smiles at Justin anyway.
"Well, I'm still glad you're here, buddy," he says, and off they go.
What a nice kid.
We're at marital counseling, fairly heavy session. At the end Dr. K asks Chris if he'll be OK. He replies, "Sure, I'm good at suppression - I'll just cram it all down and then go have lunch with the bulimics."
Chris and I are discussing how we need to let Justin know what's going to happen re. the ear tube surgery.
"We have to reassure him, talk to him about the anesthetic..."
"...and taking pain medicine after the operation..." blah blah blah
"You think we should tell him he's been so bad that the doctors are going to have to cut his ears open?" Chris asks.
"Like Katie Was So Bad Her Mommy Stopped Loving Her?" I start to giggle (one of my favourite titles from the Children's Books That Were Never Published list.)
"Yeah! And we could tell him he better shape up, or his eyes are gonna be next!"
"Ooh, this has possibilities."
"Except we should, you know, go like this," Chris pokes at his own eyes, "whenever he's being bad. Because kids needs visuals."
"What are the ducks saying, Mama?" Justin asks as we look at them in the river.
"They're talking to each other."
"About what?"
"I dunno. What do you think ducks talk about?"
"Maybe bugs. Or fish. Or bread. Or other ducks."
Noah tells Daniel a riddle: "What runs all day and never gets tired?" (It's a clock, BTW)
"A baby!" says Daniel.
Chris is putting the kids to bed. "Well, boys, your knees are skinned, your shins are bruised, and your feet are filthy. You've had a good day."
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Date: 2003-07-28 08:26 pm (UTC)"Ooh, this has possibilities."
This is so the kind of parent I will be.
Do you guys get "Malcolm in the Middle" up there? Because I think you'd get a kick out of the mom -- she once told the youngest boy that if he didn't let her wash his blanket, the germs in his blanket would get in his eyes and then his eyes would fall out. It was *great*.