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4 year olds. Nothing can surpass a 4 year old for hug-ability and magical thinking.
9:30 a.m. our 4 year old swaggered into the kitchen past his father and I, grabbed a bowl, opened the freezer, and proceeded to pull out a sherbet container. He must have felt our combined incredulous gaze because he looked up and nonchalantly commented, "I'm having some sherbet now."
Lately every time he goes into the bathroom and closes the door we hear through the wooden door an explosive, "Bom, bom, EVERYBODY DANCE NOW, Bom, Bom." Followed by a rousing chorus of, "What are you looking at? You looking at me? You want a piece of meat?"
Then after a few minutes and sounds of hand-washing he quietly walks out.
What does this all mean? Is he headed for a career as a quick footed professional fighter with a sweet tooth? Or is the door to the kids bathroom in actuality a portal into a smoky room full of dancing mafia men serving steak?
It's why I adore 4 year olds. Confidence coupled with imagination and playfulness... never a dull moment.
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4 year olds. Nothing can surpass a 4 year old for hug-ability and magical thinking.
9:30 a.m. our 4 year old swaggered into the kitchen past his father and I, grabbed a bowl, opened the freezer, and proceeded to pull out a sherbet container. He must have felt our combined incredulous gaze because he looked up and nonchalantly commented, "I'm having some sherbet now."
Lately every time he goes into the bathroom and closes the door we hear through the wooden door an explosive, "Bom, bom, EVERYBODY DANCE NOW, Bom, Bom." Followed by a rousing chorus of, "What are you looking at? You looking at me? You want a piece of meat?"
Then after a few minutes and sounds of hand-washing he quietly walks out.
What does this all mean? Is he headed for a career as a quick footed professional fighter with a sweet tooth? Or is the door to the kids bathroom in actuality a portal into a smoky room full of dancing mafia men serving steak?
It's why I adore 4 year olds. Confidence coupled with imagination and playfulness... never a dull moment.
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2 comments:
dying. my freshly minted five year old is melting my heart as well. I was chasing him in the front today and when I turned to chase his little brother he screamed, "Catch me mom! I have more meat on my bones!"
the neighbors, I'm sure, were like, "What the what?!"
Love this!
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