Saturday, April 29, 2006
Lately, whenever I put in a simple request with my four-year-old - pick up the spoon you dropped on the floor, put the puzzle away, come here and brush your teeth - he responds with a salute.
At first I was very mildly aware of the gesture. Then yesterday he did it again and the implications dawned. I asked him to do it again just to be sure that my precious little urchin was gesticulating as suspected. He was.
Where did you see that, sweetheart? In the movie Hair when Berger goes into the army? Wishful thinking on semi-hippy mother's part.
No. At school. There's a song we sing and we do that.
What the hell song is that? Er. Sorry honey. I mean, What song is that?
I can't remember.
I probably wouldn't be so sensitive if we didn't live where we live. I'm sure the song and the salute have something to do with next week's Memorial and Independence Days but nonetheless... Sue me for not finding military associations amusing particularly with regards to a preschooler.