I must apologize for my absence this month, but I've started working full-time on a long-term contract with a former employer, so by the time my sunup-to-sundown workday sitting at home on the computer is done, I don't feel too much like sitting at home on the computer some more to write blog posts.
But never fear, I haven't stopped collecting scraps, at least, so without further adieu, here is a small sampling of recent quotes from my 5-year-old son D- and my 3-year-old daughter M-:
M- (when informed that I hadn't yet been born when something happened): But then who would take care of me?!?
D- (tossing off yet another mention of the kid he calls only his "buddy" during his 2 hours of daily bus riding): I shared some with my buddy on the bus... He's really funny! (suddenly somber) ...He's pretty mean, though, too... he keeps taking my stuff every day and when I say, 'Give it back!' he just laughs at me. ... I don't remember his name.*
M- (proudly to my dad, who was reading from an advice column: "3-year-olds are famously challenging-- at times they act like the spawn of the devil."): I'M three!!
D- (wearily, between hiccups): I've got the hot-cups...
M- (some late afternoon drama, playing the role of a pouty girl who really doesn't want to hear the answer to a rhetorical question): No! Don't say that to me! I don't wike you anymore!! At all! I want to stay away from you forever! I want to stay away from you FOREVER! ...Until DINNER!!!
* The funny thing is, though, that this bizarre description is pretty typical of most male friendships at least occasionally. Why does it have to be so damned amusing to taunt and mock people you care about?
And how come I didn't know the names of several of my good friends even in high school? "Have I introduced you yet to 'That Skinny Friend-of-a-Friend I Hang Out With Every Day in Gym'? Perhaps you can find out if there's some sort of nickname his parents gave him at birth?"
9 comments:
Dinner? Sheesh, that's a long time. You must really be bad.
Yay, you're back.
It sometimes seems like it is forever until dinner.
Blythe, who is nearly 3, has begun to punish us by "going to bed... till the MORNING!".
Too bad she doesn't ever follow through.
I'm sooo calling them "hot cups" now!
"I don't wike you" has got to be the kindest insult. It's as if Elmer Fudd is mad at you. Doesn't hurt so much.
Kids are funny with their friendships. They hate each other one second and forget all about it the next. Your kid told you she didn't "wike you anymore." My boy called me an asshole today. shees. they grow up quick :-)
Mr.4444 and I used to use tricks for trying to figure out the names of people we had known at college. "Um...How do you spell your last name again?" and then we'd look the name up in the student directory. "Yeah, okay, Smith. Is that with an i or a y??" haha
I want to beat up your son's "buddy."
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