My kids are four years apart.
That makes me fairly strange in my demographic, but I’m cool with it.
(I actually love it and think it is THE WAY TO GO, but don’t tell my friends I said that.)
I get to experience two completely different realms at once…especially in cognitive development.
Ali’s current mental state tends toward the deeper, metaphysical issues of life.
“When you pray to Jesus and ask him to help you not do something, do you have to go with that, or can you change it?”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean, when you pray to Jesus and ask him to help you not do something, do you have to go with that, or can you change it?”
“Can you give me an example?”
“I just want you to tell me the answer.”
“Well, I don’t understand. I need you to explain what you mean.”
“Well, if you were in the car and wanted to pick up your lemonade and prayed that the top wouldn’t come off and make it spill…but then you changed your mind and didn’t want to pick up your lemonade after all. Could you not pick up your lemonade, or do you have to go with it since you asked Jesus to help you?”
I looked back at her in my rearview mirror. And at her as-yet-untouched lemonade in the cupholder.
“It’s fine, baby. You don’t have to pick up your lemonade. Jesus can save His supernatural cup stabilizing abilities for another day.”
His new favorite word?
But he doesn’t say it with the “oo” like zoo – it’s with the exact “oo” that Snooki puts in “poof”. Come to think of it, that same “oo” is in “Snooki”, as well.
(Or, for those who have miraculously managed to avoid hearing the word Snooki, imagine the “oo” in hoof.)
So now – say it in your head – ready? “Poop.”
When he toots, he says it.
When he poops, he says it.
When he strains to get onto the couch, he says it.
When he hears anyone groan for any reason, he says it.
And somehow, he’s put it all together, in his most impressive cognitive leap to date…
When he walks in on anyone in the bathroom, he runs over, puts his hands on their thighs, looks down into the bowl, and yells it.
…because everyone needs a cheerleader.