Our Daughter aged Five had completely different priorities… Pink or Purple, which one looks better? Glitter, or beads or the thingy with sequins ? Big choices (obviously).
Little Mr. at the same age is a totally different kettle of fish, philosophical, deep thinker (especially of late). I’ve been endeavoring to jot snippets down straight away so that these little gems don’t get forgotten. Here’s a sample, April has been a busy month, he’s been thinking a lot apparently.
Good Friday, April 2nd 2010.
” going to the Kringloopwinkel (second-hand shop) with Mr. Five. On the way we play a regular game, I say excitedly ” “Hey, Guess what?! “he eagerly replies ” “what?” I either say something really really silly (like ” Did you see the green giraffe driving that tram that just went past?” and he laughs hysterically, …or I say “ I love you very very very very very very very very very veeeeeery Much!”
Today it was the “I love you…”
Sweetly, five minutes later he does it back to me and I get a big hug as tight as he can manage as well for good measure.
On the way out of the kringloopwinkel he stops, looks serious and says “ Mama?” … “yes?” ” Mama, if I was a thing, … if I was a thing in the Kringloopwinkel, then you could come in and choose me!“
Me: “Yes of course you know I would be lined up early so that when the shop opened I could get in first and snap you up!” ( he was pretty pleased about that)
Needless to say I didn’t feel the need to complicate matters by asking why on earth he felt that he might be an item on the shelf of a second-hand shop in the first place. That would of course be stretching logic and deep and meaningful waaaay too far for a five year old.
But I have been silently wondering about how his mind must have been working … all day long it’s been bending my brain.
3rd April 2010
Mr Five (to his Father) “Papa, Why are we alive?”
3rd April 2010
It’s stormy and wet. Inside play today. Himself has made a few paper planes for Mr Five. Little Mister wants his own airline company (move over Richard Branson) and asks for a pen to write his name on his plane and then the word “airlines” after it. His own name he can manage unaided. Then all by himself he adds the word “airlines” which he spells as : ” Erlanzs“
Completely logical, naturally.
Little Miss however has had her moments too: whilst in the car going to an appointment .. (Preceded by a BIG sigh)… “Mama. Papa, I really don’t want to be a Grandpa“…
Hmmm, fairly safe bet that you don’t need to worry about that one ever coming to pass my little lassie…
April 9th, 2010.
Daughter aged eight.. “Papa, you have two children right?”
Himself: “Yep… you and your brother, that’s two of you.”
Daughter “ ewww that means you had sex twice!”
(Himself manages a fixed smile and wisely decides that any further true enlightenment on this topic will be “too much information” for kid at this point in her life.)
Sunday April 18th 2010
Little Mr is running around in his Pyjama’s .. it’s early in the morning and still rather cool… we have wooden floors and they are definitely cold.
I stop him, and ask him to please put on his cuddle sack http://kiwidutch.wordpress.com/2010/01/04/for-when-it/ .. he looks at me in surprise and says ” But Papa said that just Pajamas was OK if I had socks on as well..”
I look down.. yes, he has socks on.
I counter with: “But darling, it’s really still too cold in the mornings to only have some thin pajamas on… even with socks, could you please get your cuddle sack or a dressing gown and put it on please“?
Mr Five replies: “aw… but whyyyyyy“?
Me: Because I don’t want you to get sick and get a running nose and a sore throat“
Literally one second passes before he replies…
“… and Papa does?“
(Papa’s response when he heard about this conversation later was: Nooo mama’s just more paranoid about their health“)
April 21st 2010
There’s a Mrs W. at school… she’s married ( logically enough, to Mr W.) but there are some more people with similar names around and I was trying to ascertain from Miss Eight that the Mr W. we were talking about was actually the husband of Mrs W.
I was explaining that sometimes people can have the same name so you can mix up who you thought they were, Daughter was confused. I then pointed out that my Mother in Law has the same surname as me, and the same as my Sister in Law, and that we three also coincidently also share the same first two initials, but that only I was married to Papa and was their Mama.
Daughter tried to work it all out…
So… (a) the Dutch part of Kiwidutch was me…
(b) Dutch with the same surname and same initials was Sister in Law, and
(c) Dutch with the same surname and same initials was Mother in Law.
Little Mr sat silently looking confused.. for Daughter it was now clear who was who.
In a worried voice he blurts out ” How do we know Oma then“!?”
(Oma= is Dutch word for Grandmother =MiL)
There were more that I didn’t get jotted down because things got too busy and I couldn’t remember the exact words by the end of the day… but I’m endevouring to jot them down more often so that the little snippets of our kids thought processes and perceptions don’t get lost in the adult maze of busyness… our time as a child is short, we will be adults for a long long time, I’m trying to cherish the moments oft forgot.