Literally
My son Jack takes everything so literally. I forget that he’s only three sometimes.
Like last week I took him downtown with me via bus and metro. On the way to the bus stop it was raining just a bit. I had brought an umbrella but she’s a tempermental little brella and it wasn’t worth taking her out because it’s not like we were going to get soaked. I explained to him that we didn’t need it for just a few drops but if it started to rain a lot, I would brake it out. He gave me a horrified look and said, “Mama, don’t brake it!” (Actually he said, “Mama, don’t blake it!” He is unable to pronounce Rs when they are the second letter in a word, and so they are replaced with Ls: flidge, fleezer, flee years old. It’s pliceless.)
Speaking of rain, Marc was singing Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head to Jack a few weeks ago. Jack was loving it and was singing it all day long. Now, you should probably know that I have two cats, Fimo and Raindrop.

Raindrop and Fimo
I tell you this because later I heard Jack belting out, “Fimo keeps falling on my head!” At first I was like, what a silly boy. Then, I got it. What a silly boy indeed, he must have thought his dad was crazy to be singing a song about our cat Raindrop falling on his head.
My son loves The Doodlebops, the self proclaimed “kids’ favourite rock ‘n’ roll band.” I record it on the DVR and sometimes I allow him to watch a marathon of Doodlebops so I can get things done. Whoever said that the TV is not a good babysitter knows not what they speak of (er, just don’t leave the house). Well the other day he was being so ANNOYING. Following me everywhere, demanding food (he demands food all day long, “I want sompine else…”) and trying to “help” me fold laundry. So I told him, “If you don’t leave me alone, I’m going t cut you off from the Doodlebops!” Again, a horrified look, “Don’t cut me Mama.” My poor baby, as if I would cut him. What a sweetheart. It’s moments like that where I need to forget the laundry and just play with him for a little while.
I couldn’t wait for Jack to talk. Although sometimes I wish he would shut the hell up. But it was worth the wait, he’s so funny.
May 25, 2009 at 3:31 pm
haha! Jack sounds like a riot; like he takes more after mommy than he would like. Why, I recall when we worked together, I once said your hair looked nice and rolled my eyes, and you -literally- took it as me thinking your hair looked nice. Pfft! As-if!
Seriously though, kids are hilarious! I love being the auntie…oh yes…I now know why my sister invites me over. So she can get a break!!
Love my niece but Dora needs to sizzle over an open fire.
May 27, 2009 at 9:14 pm
That kid cracks me up! When are you coming to see us?
June 8, 2009 at 4:06 pm
The problem comes when Jack starts telling other people that you threatened to cut him.