Yesterday, Loren managed to sneak past me and get into the pantry for a while, and came out with an ice cream cone. Rather than fight with her over it, I decided to shoo her back out into the dining room with the cone, figuring that she would eat it. Instead, she immediately proceeded to our bottled water dispenser (we’ve recently started to allow her to fill her own glasses since she’s stopped overfilling them and making a mess) and filled it with water, and then tried to drink from it! Unfortunately (for her) the cone quickly dissolved and leaked her water out all over her and her table.
So, what strange things have your kids done lately?
Well, I have two teenagers and one pre-schooler, so there’s plenty of strange stuff going on in my house most of the time. My almost-five-year-old decided, about six months ago, that she’s going to have a baby. She says the baby is in her tummy because she swallowed it. Whenever we see commercials for diapers on TV, she says “I need those for my little baby”. My 13-year-old will not go out of the house without makeup on. It doesn’t matter where she’s going or why, she puts on makeup. Even when she’s going to visit her friend Dave, she needs makeup, which sounds normal enough until you know that Dave is totally blind since birth.
Parenthood is a strange, strange thing; but a lot of time, it’s fun!
My son has always liked to have something soft up against his cheek when he sleeps.
The other day, we were having breakfast at a friend’s house. He was standing there and started to rub his eyes a little, acting sleepy. I handed him his blankie and he put it up to his face, then completely collapsed onto the floor, face first. He bumped his head, of course, which caused him to howl. It was bizarre, though…it was like he lost consciousness as soon as the blankie brushed up against his cheek.
He also growls…a lot. When he’s happy or excited, he does this weird little grrrrr-ing. It’s especially funny when we’re out in public and people are trying to figure out what the noise is.
My friend’s 3-year old does this too! She told me recently that she has three babies in her tummy. When I asked her when they’re going to be born, she rolls her eyes and says, “On my birthday silly!” When I asked her what their names are, she told me “Baby girl, Baby boy, and Scooby Dooby Doo!”
My daughter has recently started saying “I’m sorry” about every perceived slight, no matter how small or how, well, not a slight at all. This morning, she looked at her bowl of cereal and said “I’m sorry but I gotta eat you all up now, Cheerios!”
TeaElle’s post reminded me of something else strange my four-year-old does; if she has to push aside an inanimate object to get past it, she’ll excuse herself, as in “excuse me, laundry basket; I have to get through here now”.
My next door neighbor, who is a lesbian, recently had a girlfriend move in with her. This is my daugter’s (who is 5) first experience with someone who is gay, and I explained to her how some people love people of the same sex, and some of the opposite, etc. She seems fascinated with it, I guess since it never occured to her. Today she told me “I’m a lesbian because I want to marry a girl and have sex with her!” :eek: I don’t know if she really knows this young, either way I’ll support her, but it was a little shocking, especially the sex part!!
Aaron is obsessed with Sesame Street (to his credit, he seems to like Cookie Monster more than Elmo). He has to watch it at least once a day, or he turns into a nasty little child. He’s got the introduction memorized so he knows what’s next BEFORE it’s onscreen.
My kid loves to play with garbage. Put it in the trash bin, dump it out into another bin, dump it back again, haul trash to the garbage dumpsters behind the house, etc., etc., etc.
Don’t worry, mamakat, I asked my mom if girls could marry other girls when I was about that age, because I hated boys. All little girls do. I dunno about the sex thing, though. (Of course, now I am 18 and I like boys, and I wouldn’t want to marry a girl.)
My brother would make up names for things if he didn’t know the real name. A mermaid was a “fish mom,” a dinosaur was a “frog doggy,” the wrapper of a bottle of Coke was a “drink picture,” and (my favorite) our metal watering can was a “garbage-can teakettle.”
Nope, not true. This little girl didn’t. We’ve got a classic picture of me sitting on the fireplace at age 5, letting my boyfriend kiss me on the cheek. (We used to play house, and I made him cook. Who knew that would be a lifelong trend?!) I’ve always liked boys.
My youngest used to take three raisins out of her raisin bran cereal at breakfast and set them on the table, just in front of her bowl. These were named Raisin, Craisin, and Braisin. She ate them last every time. I don’t remember how old she was, but she was in school. She did this for a couple of years. And it was very important to her. There was just no eating the cereal if she hadn’t fished out Raisin, Craisin, and Braisin.
When I was a baby, apparently I used to climb up the side of my crib and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. After a few times, my mom just left the side of the crib down.
I started drinking coffee around the age of three. I was a very mellow kid; I think it had something to do with the caffeine. Ritalin is a stimulant, after all.
I taught myself how to read around the same time. Apparently, my first words were me reading off the numbers on a cash register at a catfish restaurant. My mom noticed it and said “Say three!” I said “Four!” When my mom tells the story, it always sounds like something out of a Stephen King movie.
Well, since I don’t have kids (that I know of), this is the best I can do.
lowercase has an entire menagerie of invisible animals dispersed around the house, which he often has to go and catch to take to the zoo: there was a lobster in his bed this morning, which needed to be enticed out with a bowl of water. He will then talk to them gently and encouragingly while putting them in the trailer of his pedal tractor, telling them that they’re going to the lawnmower shop {as a distraction from their ultimate fate} - he loves lawnmowers, and unfortunately there’s a lawnmower shop across the road from the local supermarket, which we have to visit every time we go shopping - the owner, luckily, is a great guy, and delights in giving him brochures, which he proudly takes home and cuts the pictures out of.
Oh, and he does a great Mr Burns impression, steepling his fingers together and evilly murmuring, “Excellent!” He’s two and a half, and a rabid Simpsons fan.
Sounds more like just a kid trying to emulate what the adults are doing rather than a serious “coming out”. At that age, if she is like I was, she doesn’t truly understand the real implications of hetero vs. homosexuality yet. I can remember when I was about that age, I saw a talk show about lesbian weddings and it gave me the idea that I would like to marry my best (female) friend so we could live in the same house and have more time together (and yes, I told my best friend as much!). As I got older and figured out what marriage and sex are really about, I soon realized I’m hetero and fully intend to marry a man someday.
At age three I decided that I was going to marry my dog, Henry. I am not the slightest bit interested in practicing bestiality.
BTW: Loren took a drink out of the ice cream cone, and then sat it down on her table saving the rest for later like she would a normal glass of water. She howled in indignation when it dissolved and collapsed a few minutes later. It got on her when she tried to stand the cone back up. Boy, was she pissed!
She’s going to be a scientist! She got the cone, looked inside, “Looks like a cup, will it act like a cup?” “Nope” On to the next experiment.
She’s “inventing” the scientific method
I have a very vivid memory of watching a ladybug crawl across the screen in the screen door. I watched until it was directly in front of me, then I darted my tongue out and ate it. Ladybugs Taste Nasty! When I think about it, the screen seems huge, more like chain link. The lady bug was about the size of a mouse. I remember deciding to eat the bug, because it was pretty, it should taste good. I still remember exactly how it tasted. I no longer eat ladybugs.
I know I was under 3 because the door was wooden, and we got a storm door when I was 3.
When my nephew was 3 or 4 he would telll tall tales, not lies, obvoiusly fantastic stories. Like "Come quick! There’s an elephant in the tree! If you followed him outside he’d fall down laughing.
The stuff about kids excusing themselves and apologizing to inanimate objects got me thinking about little ggurl, who is now 12. When she was 3 or 4, if she would lose a stuffed animal for example, she would immediately start hollering for it as if it would come out of hiding for her. “Mr. Snuggles! Where are you?!” That used to really crack me up.
When my son was about three, he suddenly decided he needed to use deodorant. I’m not one to indulge every little whim and desire, but this seemed harmless enough. He didn’t like the spray deodorant that his father and I use (it was too cold!), but I had a trial-size Soft & Dri solid that I’d gotten in the mail stashed away in the linen closet. I think it was Baby Powder scent, but he was pleased with it. He was quite diligent about putting it on every morning, even swiping it across his chest and belly for good measure. When the trial-size Soft & Dri was all gone, we went to the store and he picked out a new one - a Degree solid in a more manly scent.
