Last night, I was playing Legos (you are NEVER too old for Legos) with The Peanut Butter and The Jelly, when The PB got up, went to their toy room, picked up one of their toy cell phones… answered it… then said something to The J, who proceeded to get up, walked over to her sister and gave her a huge hug.
She then came back and sat down next to me and continued playing Legos…
My wife and I looked at each other as though we just got through watching a lecture by Stephen Hawking and were confused as hell.
After that, the two of them had a full-fledged conversation for a good 2 minutes… back and forth talking about kids at Preschool/Daycare and .
(This conversation was interrupted once when The J saw a picture of “President” Bush on the TV, stopped, looked at the TV, looked at me, then pointed to the screen and said Cuckoo-Bananas. I have absolutely no idea where she learned that… it’s so hard to express sarcasm in the written word)
After The J’s political commentary (I was so proud of her), they continued their conversation… and at one point I looked up from the massive Lego house I was making for them (I am ‘da man’ when it comes to Legos…) and looked at The PB…
The look I got from them was one that could best be described as “This is an ‘A’ & ‘B’ conversation, why don’t you ‘C’ your way out of it.”
Ouch. I had just been smacked-down by one of my (soon-to-be) four year olds…
I then felt as though I had violated their First Amendment rights (Quick! Who can name all The Simpsons family…) and wanted to crawl under a rock.
So I throw this question out to all you other twin/multiple parents out there… have you ever interrupted a conversation between them that made you want to crawl under a rock when they noticed you were listening?
Inquiring minds want to know…
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Smack-down!
Posted by Kemp at Wednesday, March 15, 2006
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Mine aren't talking yet, but now I'm a little concerned about what's going to come out of their mouths once they can talk when they see a picture of Bush. I only hope it's as mild as cuckoo bananas!
Not yet.
But Claudia gives me that look anyway. All the time. I can't wait until she is a teenager (again, difficult to show sarcasm in writing).
Mine just turned 13 and so far he is still his same old self. (ticking of the teenage attitude timebomb...)
At least he is still following his dad down the liberal road of life.
Although he has stronger words than PB&J for his thoughts on Clueless George.
my girls, age 3 1/2, spend the entire day, every day, in character. the cast rotates, but i can be sure that if i address them with their real name, i'll be wrong. often, one of them is "mom" and the other one is "my darlin." so here's my recurring "you're not wanted here" scenario:
i'll be in another room and i'll hear someone call "mommmm!"
"what?" i'll sensitively reply, still in the other room.
"no. you're 'Other Mom.' i'm calling 'mom.'"
(greetings, btw. i've been lurking here for a while. just now commenting for the first time since i spend much of my life being shut out of my daughters' conversations.)
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