Wednesday, April 19, 2006
My son is at the honest stage of life that clearly arrives halfway between ages 4 and 5. He vacillates between the fantasy world of dressing up as Buzz Lightyear, Spiderman, Batman, a Viking (Danish heritage) or Superman and openly questioning his surroundings then offering up observations that at times could stand a smidge of censorship. For instance...
...in the doctor's office waiting room loudly announcing: "He's really, really huge mommy" when a bulky person walked in.
...in the backseat of the car when he asked my cousin's struggling-with-overactive sebaceous-glands teenage son: "Why do you have so many pimples?" Had I not been pretending to be deeply engrossed in scenery outside the window, I'd have hugged the young boy for his response: Because I'm growing up and this is what happens to some people as they grow up. After mulling that one over for a few seconds young Rapha replied: "Yeah. I have them on my toosig"
....in the backseat of the same car, leaning forward and asking my rapidly graying cousin: "Neil, you're kind of old aren't you?"
....any and every time he happens to the be in the room when I undress: "Ooh! Your toosig is really, really big. You eat too much junk"
...fielding a phone call at my behest: "My mommy doesn't want to talk to you right now."
...loudly noting the sexual orientation of a relative's parents: "But he can't have two mommies. Where is the daddy?"
...on the beach: "That man is really hairy. Why does he have hair on his back?"
Were we all this adorable?