In my last post, I introduced you to the journal I’ve been keeping since my children were quite young. Today I want to share some of the shiniest gems in there.
Luke (age 3) decided that he didn’t want to go to preschool one particular day.
“How about if I go to your preschool today and you go to my office?” asked his dad.
“OK,” Luke replied. Then he thought about it for a minute and added, “I can’t. I don’t know how to drive.”
Yup, that’s the only problem with that plan.
Here’s a perfect example of how children see everything literally. Taking a walk around the neighborhood after dinner one night, Luke (5) was pulling Jake (3) in a Radio Flyer wagon. He was moving a bit too slowly for Dad’s liking.
“Pick up the pace, Luke,” said Dad.
“What’s a pace?” asked Jake quizzically. Looking over the sides of the wagon onto the ground, he asserted, “I don’t see any pace. Where is the pace?”
Jake (4) slept in his clothes one night because he fell asleep during an early-evening time-out. The next morning, I told him to put on clean clothes.
“I’m tired of looking at you in those grungy clothes,” I explained.
“Then stop looking at me!” he retorted.
Jake (4) was singing the alphabet song one day and somehow convinced himself that O had managed to secede from the long-standing union of letters. Wanting to impart this newfound wisdom, he asked, “Mommy, did you know that O is not in the alphabet?”
Jake (5) asked me one night, “Mom, did you know that everything in the world is made of atoms? Not my friend Adam. A different atom.”
One night during dinner, I asked Jake (6) if he liked his art teacher.
“I like my teacher, but I don’t like doing bossy art,” he replied.
“What’s ‘bossy art’?”
“It’s art you have to do because the teacher tells you to. That’s what I call it.”
While Luke (8) and Jake (6) were playing Hangman, Jake said, “Let’s do an eight-letter word.” After a few seconds, he added, “Actually, I don’t know any eight-letter words.”
One day, Jake (age 8) and I sat waiting for a swing bridge to open and close to allow a boat to pass below. I told him I thought it was ingenious for someone to design a bridge that’s connected to a permanent road and that can also pivot.
“You know who I think is a genius, Mom?” Jake asked.
“Who?”
“The guy who invented donuts!”
Luke (11) and Jake (9) were roughhousing at bedtime.
“Is anyone going to bed tonight?” I asked, exasperated.
“That’s so last night!” Jake exclaimed.
My neighbor had given me a book called Three Steps to a Strong Family. Luke (11) noticed the title and remarked, “You’re going to need a lot more steps.”
One day, while picking strawberries at a pick-your-own farm, Jake (11) noted all of the squashed berries on the ground and wailed, “Oh, the straw-manity!”
In the checkout at Walmart one evening, I pulled the cap off a deodorant stick that Luke (16) was buying so I could smell it. When I replaced the cap, it pinched my finger.
“That’s dangerous,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s right up there with bears and alligators on the danger scale,” Luke quipped.
After peering intently into the side-view mirror outside his passenger seat window in the car one day, Luke (16) exclaimed, “Hey, I am closer than I appear!”
One evening, I received an email from my sons’ high school about the early-release schedule the following day. A few minutes later, I received a recorded phone call reiterating the same information.
“I already got the email about this. Why are you calling me too?” I asked my phone in exasperation.
“Where’s the carrier pigeon?” Luke (17) said nonchalantly.
Finally, while Jake (15) and I were shopping for school supplies at Walmart recently, I spotted a pencil holder that looked just like a miniature recycling bin. It even had a working lid and tiny wheels. I oohed and aahed over it for a few minutes, rolling it along the shelf and gushing about how adorable it was.
“You’re such a goober, Mom,” Jake remarked.
“I know,” I agreed.
“But you’re the good kind of goober,” he added.
Aww.