One of the few things I enjoy about this stage between 3 and 4 are the attempts at mastering the adult turn of phrase. This particular episode was over the fact that my son took a handful of shredded cheese and placed it in the remains of a peeled onion, and I took said "cheese onion roll" away from him, telling him he was wasting good cheese by playing with it and he has plenty of pretend food that he can "pretend" eat. So my 3-3/4-year-old proceeds to "tell me off." It essentially involves him parroting bits and pieces of things he's heard us saying, well more or less.
"You ruined my dinner! I'm telling you, if I see you doing that again, I'll just take it away! You took my dinner!" etc., etc. As my blood pressure is rising listening to this, wondering if I should put a halt to this verbal barrage, in the middle of all these "insults" he throws in for good measure "I'M KIDDING YOU!!!" in the same manner you might say "F--- OFF." Yeah, not quite what I think you were going for.
It's these little moments of absurdity that keep me from strangling him.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Blast From The Past
A friend from long ago (actually the reason my husband and I are together), dropped in unexpectedly (my favorite thing). Aside from him insulting my housekeeping skills:
"Wow, this house sure looks different."
"Really? How so?"
"Well, remember how neat it used to be? It's not all immaculate like it used to be, what with the kid and all."
"Heh, heh. Yeah, I guess so."
and insulting my husband's house painting job
"Noticed the peeling paint outside, figured you're in the business for a new paint job." My husband just painted about 5 years ago.
within the first 15 minutes of visiting, it was nice to see him. He brought his new significant other (I assume) with him. During the uncomfortable obligatory small talk, I asked his girlfriend (?) if she had kids. She said, "No," to which, alarmingly, I found myself physically having to bite my tongue from blurting out, "Lucky you!"
Now, that can't be a good sign. This parenting gig is definitely wearing on me.
"Wow, this house sure looks different."
"Really? How so?"
"Well, remember how neat it used to be? It's not all immaculate like it used to be, what with the kid and all."
"Heh, heh. Yeah, I guess so."
and insulting my husband's house painting job
"Noticed the peeling paint outside, figured you're in the business for a new paint job." My husband just painted about 5 years ago.
within the first 15 minutes of visiting, it was nice to see him. He brought his new significant other (I assume) with him. During the uncomfortable obligatory small talk, I asked his girlfriend (?) if she had kids. She said, "No," to which, alarmingly, I found myself physically having to bite my tongue from blurting out, "Lucky you!"
Now, that can't be a good sign. This parenting gig is definitely wearing on me.
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