Moments in Parenting When You Don’t Know What to Say
I expect that my son will expand his vocabulary in kindergarten, but I was nonetheless momentarily dumbfounded when he came home one day, asked me to help him with a project, and informed me that I was to be his “resource.” Can’t say I’d ever been called that before.
At least I’m in good company. The other day while we were working together on building a Lego spaceship, I sent him on a search for an elusive piece, first showing him the type of block we needed more of. He asked to have that Lego “as a resource.” Hey, if I’m in the same category as Lego blocks, I call that a win.
My nephews were told that they could not watch Star Wars until they were 7 years of age. (I was 5 when *I* saw it…)
As such, this created much frustration on their part. Whenever I’d go over to their house, the elder of the two (six years old) sat down with me to grill me about Darth Vader and his powers. He’d rattle off stuff like choking people using the force, throwing things around using the force, light sabres, the modified TIE fighter, and so on. (“Is there a question here?”)
His parents looked at me and shrugged and said “we have no idea where he gets all of this information.”
Amazing how much we picked up before Google.
When you post these, it reminds me of how great young children are. I don’t care if I’m repeating myself. Kids are awesome 🙂
Indubitably.
“I’ve had it, you little monsters. No ice cream until you say something cute that Daddy can blog about.”
*Grin*
We’re not there yet. They’re unconditional givers. And I’m sure they’ll get their revenge.