Like many people back in the day, my dad smoked when I was younger. According to him, one of the times he was smoking a cigarette, I asked him what the cigarette was. I was three at the time. He looked at me, looked at the cigarette, and decided the best answer was, “This is icky”. I looked at him, looked at the strange, skinny white thing, and pondered my reply back.
“You like icky?”
Apparently, he was at a loss for words – I just topped his own answer. Many years later, when he told me about this occurrence, I thought I had been such a smart, clever child back then. But that was before I had my own kids.
My three year old son is constantly amazing me with the things he says. For example, the other day, he was in a cranky mood, so I asked him if he wanted to listen to some music – some happy music. Happy music, for us, is simply upbeat songs that we jump and dance around to. His response?
“No, I want to listen to grumpy music.”
What? I thought that was a teenager thing; pouting in his or her room with dark, “grumpy” music blasting loud enough to break glass. Well, at least I know I did it during those rebellious years. But really? A three year old just told me he wanted to listen to grumpy music!
But that’s just the start of his clever words. In case you haven’t read a particular previous article of mine about what my son says to me (you can visit here), I’ll tell you again – the child tells me to calm down! When he senses my impending frustrations, he actually warns me to calm down. I guess it’s not exactly a bad thing, but I feel ashamed on my part; I should be able to control those kinds of feelings in front of my children.
And just recently, he has started saying “Oh dang!” Gahhhh! And here I was thinking I was doing good with limiting my exclamations! Well, he proved me wrong. At least I keep my exclamations censored for little ears!
It doesn’t stop at words – his actions are just as shocking (shocking in a cute-funny-adorable way). Take, for example, his “baby”. This was a couple weeks after I had my second child. I suppose he wanted to be like me and have a baby to take care of as well! He had come out of room with his Mr. Potato Head. Except his Mr. Potato Head only had eyes (in the nose hole) and a tongue (which turned out to be a pacifier). My son proudly exclaimed “Look at my baby!” Followed by, “Shhhhh, my baby’s going to take a nap.” For about a week, my son’s “baby” would randomly show up throughout the house – on my bed, in the baby swing, sitting next to me on the couch. It was sometimes unnerving to look over and see an appendage-less, oval-shaped body staring at me.
His charming comments and actions are endless, and they keep my life full of laughter and surprise. And thanks to his wit, I keep going back to a quote I once heard, which I shall share with you: “It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place” (Sidonie Gabrielle Colette).
Regardless of putting parents in their places, children provide life with joy – enjoy every minute you have with your children, because you won’t always have those opportunities!