This little diddy comes to us from Susanne Moyle, who blogs with her husband at Married Geeks. Two smart asses for the price of one. “He Said” and “She Said” have had plenty to write about. Not only did they take their two small children to China for three months, but now they’re trying to get rid of a bunch of their stuff, pull up stakes, and just see where the wind blows them (and yet I’m having trouble cleaning out my daughter’s dresser so that her new hand-me-downs will fit in it).
My 4-year-old, Braedyn, has a mind like a steel trap; he forgets NOTHING and tends to OBSESS about a particular thing; and he will often relentlessly question something I have said until I am making up a story in an attempt to make the answer one I think he’ll find acceptable. Kind of like the time he kept asking me how Hot Wheels were made. He really didn’t like the boring but truthful answers I gave him like: machines make them, they are made in factories, the cars are designed on a computer, machines put all the pieces together. Yeah, none of this worked for him, so I finally told him that little tiny people made them and that’s how they got all those tiny pieces together so perfectly. That answer appeased his unrelenting inquiry, and he stopped the firing of questions my way. Phew. It wasn’t until months later when we were all in the car and Braedyn started talking about the little people that were building the Hot Wheels that my husband gave me the stink eye, and I had to confess that there were no little people that made Hot Wheels. This seemed to be a tad disappointing to Braedyn, but he quickly moved on to something else. TO. OBSESS. ABOUT.
Tammy Soong is a writer, wife, and mom from Reno, Nevada. She takes an absurd amount of pain medication, but not enough to have actually named her children "Newt" and "Elfie." She spends most days stressing out over clutter, writing stuff for this place, and working on podcasts with her gal pals, the Blogging Betties.
Maybe it's the age. My 4 year old is obsessed with ladies' parts down there. Now, before any web crawlers ping my words and report me to social services, I'll add that his DOCTOR said it was normal. He does ask random women a lot if they have 'baginas' (I've blogged about this, too), and now he's taken to wondering about animals. Even asking dog owners if he can see it on their pets. Yeah, that's not awkward.
Trust me, if talk about “baginas” got you a visit from social services, we'd be on their favorites list.
Trust me, if talk about “baginas” got you a visit from social services, we'd be on their favorites list.
Maybe it's the age. My 4 year old is obsessed with ladies' parts down there. Now, before any web crawlers ping my words and report me to social services, I'll add that his DOCTOR said it was normal. He does ask random women a lot if they have 'baginas' (I've blogged about this, too), and now he's taken to wondering about animals. Even asking dog owners if he can see it on their pets. Yeah, that's not awkward.