"Can I go pway now?" And other things...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I have Jordan (my son, almost 3) for the weekend. He’s priceless. We went to McDonald’s for lunch. I got him a cheeseburger happy meal and some chicken McNuggets for myself. We find a seat near the indoor playground.

[ul]Jordan: “Can I go pway now?”

Me: “No. You’re not done. You haven’t touched your burger. Take a bite.”

Jordan: [Takes a bite of his cheeseburger.] “I’m done. Can I go pway now?”

Me: “Not yet. You haven’t finished lunch. Drink some of your soda.”

Jordan: [Takes a sip of his soda.] “I’m done. Can I go pway now?”

Me: “No, son. You haven’t had enough to eat yet. Have another french fry.”

Jordan: [Eats one french fry.] “I have enough to eat. Can I go pway now?”[/ul]

The above dialogue repeats (seemingly endlessly) until he has eaten half of his burger and fries. Finally he gets to go play. He runs and jumps into the ball crawl (a large enclosure filled with plastic balls) and yells “WOOK, daddy!”, then climbs up inside the human habitrail-like playground.

"WOOK, daddy!"

He climbs up as high as he dares (about 5 feet off the ground). “Help me down, daddy!” I help him down and he runs back into the ball bin.

"WOOK, daddy!"

Then he runs to a small table with oversized Lego toys on it and builds something big.

"WOOK, daddy!"

Then it’s back to the ball bin.

"WOOK, daddy!"

Then he climbs part way up the jungle jim, but remembers he doesn’t like to get too high off the ground.

"WOOK, daddy!"

Later, we’re at home, and he walks into the room.

[ul]“Daddy got penis?”[/ul]

???

Well, I know he knows he has one, and I know he knows daddy has one, so I suppose he’s just checking to be sure he’s got it straight.

[ul]“Yes, son.”[/ul]

He goes to play some more.

Still later:

[ul]“Daddy, can I have penis?”[/ul]

?!?

What???

[ul]“Son, you already have one.”[/ul]

Later still:

[ul]“Daddy, can I have penis onna frigerador?”[/ul]

**???

!!!**

The lightbulb goes on over my head. There’s a clear glass bowl of pistachio nuts on top of the refrigerator.

[ul]“Son, those aren’t peanuts, those are pistachios. Want some?”

“Yes, peese!”[/ul]

I shell some pistachios and give them to him. I’ll be glad when he talks more clearly, but I don’t think I’d trade the opportunity to enjoy his company while he’s still learning for anything in the world.

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Those were my favorite times.
Being a single Mom, I had trouble explaining the difference in our genitalia. He was just unclear about who were the men and who were the women. We had endless discussions on the subject. Does Superman have a penis??? Yes ( probably one made of steel!) Does Voltron have a penis?? Got me there, it’s a friggin robot! The real problems were in public places…“Mommy, does that man have a penis?”
WAY funny, the looks you get.

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That was an adorable story, ** Baloo, ** be sure and write that down for him, so you can embarrass him correctly later in life!!

I can remember my youngest son insisting that I had a ‘pemis’ since he said ‘I saw it’. He * almost * had me convinced there for awhile, but it turned out he thought EVERYONE had a pemis, since they are just so fun to have, I guess!

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Don’t worry. I plan on adding it to my “literary” website (the one in my sig) when I get the time.

~~Baloo

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SO… I’m in the bathroom stall the Providence RI airport, and this father and his young boy enter the stall to my left.

I hear the boy say loudly to his father: This is my penis.
Father: Yes I know.
Boy (again loudly):Thats your penis.
Father: Yes I know
Boy (still loudly): Why do you have a large penis?
Father: (trying not to laugh) Good question, son.

From the rest of the bathroom: HA!

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You do want to make sure you are writing this stuff down. My parents did and I know I love it when they share the scrapbook with my friends…

grrr.

Kids are cute, but the pride I took in knowledge at that age doesn’t need to be shared. Its not all that much different than the amazement I have with knowledge now, just different knowledge.

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Just yesterday I was looking through a photo album of my son’s first few years. There was a picture of him standing next to a Labrador Retriever…the same dog that elicited my son’s first sentence: Goggy, go! (The exuberant dog had tried to snuggle up to him and pushed him down.)

I’m so glad I took so many pictures and captioned them. I really recommend that all parents do the same. Kids are little for such a short time.