My son is just turned four. He is well into the why stage. About a month ago he started asking “Momma, is that magic?” He’d ask this about the sun rising. He asked this about mixing yellow and red paint together to make an orange pumpkin at daycare. I would answer “no honey, that’s science,” and do my best to give an accurate four year old type answer to why the sun comes up or the color wheel. (Aside: proving I have married my soulmate, I walked downstairs to hear an near identical exchange between my son and my husband about something else “Daddy, is that magic?” “No, its science…”)
So the other day he notices the shadow he is casting - which due to the angle of the light is HUGE. He has a HUGE head in his shadow. And he looks at me and says “Mommy, is that science?”
Hey, that’s great!
Can we turn this thread into telling great stories about kids? I’ll start, since I have a fresh one. Last Saturday night we had a drumming circle around the campfire at a friend’s birthday party. We had about ten drummers in the circle, and during our second set 9-year-old Hannah (my friends’ daughter) danced in her own circle around us, periodically singing a Native American chant that she’d apparently learned in school. That was neat in itself. But at the end of the set, the group just naturally reduced its volume until we were all playing nearly silently. Just then Hannah came dancing around behind me, and I motioned to her to sing one more round. I thought she might be too shy, but she caught right on and sang one more verse, high and clear, as we drummed below her voice. We all ended together on her last note.
Just thinking about it still gives me shivers of joy and wonder. What a fabulous kid.
Cool. My six year old asked me at dinner last night why people believe in God. That was a slightly longer conversation than normal.
My son hugged me the other day, and looked up at me and said “I’m going to hold onto you forever”
I don’t have kids of my own, but my goal is to be “the cool aunt.”
Since my nieces are so far away (they’re in Delaware, I’m in Minnesota) I’m practicing on our friends’ kids.
We have friends with two little girls, E (9 years old) and G (7 years old). Their family invited our family (me, my husband and our dog) up to their lake cabin this summer. We had a blast. The girls seemed to glom onto my ubiquitous use of nicknames. For example, my husband El Hootch, Beeg Gigaynteek Hootch, and Olaf. I call our dog Bee, Smallie, Furry, Short, and Princess Fuzzybutt of the Longtongues.
Anyway, we went to their house this weekend for dinner and met their new golden retriever, Lucy. Thirty minutes later I overheard E call her “Princess Fuzzybutt of the Freckledtongues.”
Lucy has freckles on her tongue.
I also intend to be my nephew’s cool aunt. I plan to give him his first microscope, his first telescope, and his first chemistry set. I don’t think my sister will mind.