Malapropos - 5 Minutes of Confusion
My oldest just walked up to me twirling a long strand of hair around her finger.
'Mommy, did you know how ancient Egyptians curled their hair? They wrapped it around logs.'
My son chimed in. 'Mommy, I know you are already very old.'
'Uh...' I managed.
'Mommy, how come you haven't read this book to me yet?' My son brandished one of his dinosaur books in my face, while my daughter bounced on her toes.
'Mommy?' she started. 'Mommy, I think you need to get the scissors.'
'Uh...' I stammered.
'Here. Open this.' My daughter hands me a battered baseball, red seams fraying, and leather peeling back. I shoot her a confused look.
'Daddy says it's okay.' My son nods vigorously as I turn the ratty ball over in my hand.
'Why do you want me to open this?'
My girl rolls her eyes (!) and huffs at me. 'I need the kite string, duh.'
'You do not say "duh" because it's rude.'
'Sorry, Mommy.'
'So, why do you think it's kite string? It's just string.'
'Look, I watched it on the Discovery Channel, how they make baseballs? Yeah? They wrap the center with kite string, like I said, because it's the cheapest source available. They were in a baseball factory. Duh.' All during this explanation, she is miming winding a ball of string around a center point, brows knitted with effort.
'Please don't say Duh.'
'Right. Sorry. But it's kite string. Cheap old kite string. And I want you to make me a kite.'
'Uh...'
My son pats my arm. 'I'll miss you when you're in heaven.' His eyes begin to water and I give him a quick squeeze and kiss, hoping to ward off the Death Talk we seem to be having all the time.
'Mommy, did you know that the ancient Eqyptians used to bathe in the sand? They'd go like this' My daughter scoops an imaginary handful of sand from the ground and begins to scrub her limbs with it.
'Mommy! Wanna see my dinosaur thing I've been working on?' <---- click the link to see video.
'Mommy? I want a popsicle.'
'Me too!'
I gladly hand over the treats, and mull over the topics we just covered. I'm confused. I'm grateful the youngest is asleep. And I'm rethinking the Discovery Channel.
Comments
Man, and I complain about the two that I have, one of whom can't even talk yet. Tell your son he is a very talented dinosaur ;)
Posted by: Jen | August 3, 2005 10:51 PM
lol aren't those the best little talks though?? Keeps us moms on our toes!!
Posted by: Trish | August 3, 2005 10:55 PM
My younger daughter once asked me, "Would you go to jail if you filled a swimming pool with spaghetti?"
We don't have a pool. No one we know has a pool. To this day, I have no idea where this came from.
Posted by: EverydaySuperGoddess | August 4, 2005 5:29 AM
Oh man, the dinosaur thing, it's making me laugh. A lot. Really loudly. I have three kids who need to video blog, they make these noises all of the time. Unfortunately I don't think they are trying to actually BE dinosaurs.
Thank your son for me, very realistic presentation and amusing too.
Posted by: Denise | August 4, 2005 6:06 AM
"My son pats my arm. 'I'll miss you when you're in heaven.' His eyes begin to water and I give him a quick squeeze and kiss, hoping to ward off the Death Talk we seem to be having all the time."
I love how you describe, in the midst of all this chaos, this much more serious chaos of death-talk in between talk of ancient egyptians and kite string. Oh my God this is a funny one. How do you manage to speak in complete sentences?
Posted by: Meghan | August 4, 2005 6:49 AM
The "dinosaur thing" made me spray Sprite out of my mouth...freaking out my 3 crazies. Crying (from the youngest) and questions and stares ensued. Glad to know someone else gets lost on the confusing thought trains of the little people.
Posted by: CraZmom | August 4, 2005 7:11 AM
OH MY GOD I JUST SAW THE DINOSAUR IMPRESSION.
He is so cute. HOW DO YOU STAND THE CUTENESS?
Posted by: Meghan | August 4, 2005 7:49 AM
ha!!!! don't you love your kids thinking you are the oldest. thing. ever...
my son asked me if I had a horse to pull my carriage when I was little. ughhhhhhhh. no son, it was a VW rabbit.
Posted by: cmhl | August 4, 2005 7:51 AM
Oh, this was so funny and true! Kids! Funny how they can just knock the breath right out of you this way.
Posted by: Melanie Lynne Hauser | August 4, 2005 9:36 AM
I was watching the video file when my five year old wandered through and stopped, transfixed.
"Who is that, Mama? Is that me?"
"No, that's another little boy."
"What's he doing?"
"He's being a dinosaur"
"What's his name?"
"George" (Sorry, I am a new reader and don't know names. Do you even do names?)
"Can I watch George again?"
I think we have rewatched the clip about 20 times since then. Tell George that he is famous.
And by the way, I love your blog. Thanks.
Posted by: Mar | August 4, 2005 9:41 AM
And I thought my *one* child kept me busy with these kind of questions. (It's probably a good thing my fertility gave out before I could have another - I'm not sure my brain could handle it!)
Posted by: Donna | August 4, 2005 12:35 PM
Hmmm. Makes me feel much better that my son is:
a) naked
b) enthusiastic about animal sounds (cat, duck, and dog usually)
Posted by: Kari | August 4, 2005 1:02 PM
Your son is totally a dinosaur. Which I guess would make him right, you are prehistoric :0P
Posted by: Strizz | August 4, 2005 2:26 PM
My kids still make funny noises and they're 16 and 20. When the 16-year old was a pre-schooler, she had her heart set on getting a dog, which wasn't possible at the time for a number of reasons. So, she figured if she couldn't have a dog, the next best thing was to BECOME a dog and spent several years (it felt like years) behaving like a dog, even in public. Every pair of slacks she owned had the knees worn out of them, she crawled around like a dog so much. But she got over it and now she's normal. Sort of.
You can imagine my amusement when my older daughter and I were in a store not too long ago and saw a little one around 4 years old crawling around the floor, barking and insisting she was a dog, while her older sister nearly died of mortification and the mother tried to both mollify the older child and convince the younger one to stop the dog act until they got home. My oldest and I tried to reassure the mom and the other daughter that this too would pass and that the younger child wasn't the only one to be a dog in public. I think we reassured them. Possibly. Woof.
Posted by: Dawn | August 4, 2005 2:36 PM
Ahh, the things kids say. I once told my mom I thought she was fat. For the record, my mom is under 5 feet tall and under 100 pounds. Kids just dont know what they're talking about sometimes.
Posted by: Chris | August 4, 2005 6:06 PM
Aren't kids just priceless? Sounds alot like my house. The first thing out of my oldest son's mouth is normally about the computer or food. His 2 favorite topics.
I love your blog :-)
Chrissy
Posted by: Chrissy | August 4, 2005 7:14 PM
OMG! I have tears rolling down my face from laughing. This is my life. Seriously. And I never realized how much your guy looks like my 4 year old. Same hair, grin, etc... I'd send you a photo, but they're on the PC & well, I'd have to get off the couch. You know, the lazy is back. There are some pix on my site, but he has a hat on & it's just not the same.
Geez, I ramble worse than my kids. Shutting up now. I know, shut up is rude. Sorry. Oh, okay, shhhhh
Posted by: buffi | August 4, 2005 8:29 PM
Oh, and just for the record, I'll miss you when you are in heaven, too.
Posted by: buffi | August 4, 2005 8:30 PM
That is ALMOST as good as my husband’s dinosaur impression. Yes, my husband... who could always lure me into the sack by sending me into hysterical laughter while doing an amazing velociraptor impression.
And now you know a little too much about what can get me into the sack...
Posted by: Elaine | August 4, 2005 8:37 PM
This is a hoot. I'm so glad you found me, Jenny!
Posted by: Susan | August 6, 2005 9:08 PM
OMG, your kids are hilarious. And here I thought my 13-month-old tired me out. ;)
Btw, your son does an excellent dinosaur impersonation.
Posted by: Amy | August 7, 2005 9:13 AM
"My son pats my arm. 'I'll miss you when you're in heaven.' His eyes begin to water and I give him a quick squeeze and kiss, hoping to ward off the Death Talk we seem to be having all the time."
My son did this too when he was little. When I told him I'd sit in the waiting room and not do any fun Heaven stuff until he got there, he finally seemed to be OK with it. Now that he's 16, he says I don't have to wait around, just show up when he's at the gate...(but I know he'll expect me in that waiting room all the same). :D
Posted by: Jodie | August 9, 2005 12:35 PM