The Besh Moments In Life

Besh moved up to a primary class in his Montessori school this week.  Normally this should happen once he turns 3, but this year’s return to his pre-primary has been a bit difficult.  Nothing major, but even though he’s still 2 he’s very verbal and he was a bit disappointed to be in a class filled with all new kids who won’t talk to him (mostly because they haven’t had the word explosions like he has).  Last year when he started he was 6 or more months younger then the kids but able to talk with them all.  Now, being older, he didn’t like it and started to say school made him sad.

The move up was a bit nerve-wracking, wondering if this was truly the right move.  But in the middle of this week we heard this story from one of his new teachers, Miss Amy.

Besh: “Miss Amy?”

Miss Amy: “Hi, Besh.  What’s up?”

Besh: “Miss Amy, I’m happy!  I am NOT sad!”

Then he ran off to play with the other kids.

I’m guessing the move up was a good thing.

Yesterday I was getting Besh ready to go out and we needed to change clothes upstairs.  I was already up in his room and Besh was on the stairs.

Me: “Come on, Besh.  Let’s go to your room.”

Besh: “Be patient, Daddy.  I’m coming.  Be patient.”

While sitting at dinner tonight he sees Sara hand me some cash (my ATM card expired 3 years ago and I’ve never replaced it, that’s how plastic I am).  I stick it in my shirt pocket.  Besher’s eyes grow wide.

Besher: “That money?!  I have it!”

He lunges for my pocket.

Me: “What do you need money for?”

“I take it!”

“Take it where?”

“Chuck E Cheese!  I put in red truck.  It go BEEP BEEP!”

Tonight we were walking back to the car from California Pizza Kitchen.  Besh was holding both Sara and my hand as we walked through the parking lot.

Besh: “I like Mommy!”

Sara: “I like you too, Besh!  And I like Daddy!”

Me: “And I like Mommy!  And I like Besher!”

Long pause.

Sara: “Besher, do you like Daddy?”

Besher: “No.”

Step step step.

Besher: “I LOVE Daddy!”

We’ve been watching a lot of YouTube clips of Bello Nock, the main clown from Wringling Bros. Barnum & Bailey Circus (we went some time ago).  So it didn’t really surprise me that he struck up a conversation about Bello tonight.  But the end result did.

Besh: “You remember that clown?”

Me: “The one with the funny hair?”

“Yes.  Bello.  I go down stairs and say hi to him.”  (he came up our row and said hello to Besh during the show)

“That’s very sweet, Besh.  Is he your favorite clown?”

“Not my clown.”

“He’s not your clown?”

“Not my clown.  Not Daddy clown.  Not Mommy clown.  He’s everybody’s clown.”

True dat.

For a week or so Besh has playing at furrowing up his brow and proclaiming “I’m serious.  I’m very serious.”  It’s not something Sara or I have done, but it’s pretty funny.

The other night we were sitting at the dinner table and I made some joke, then I furrowed my brow and said in my pretend deep voice “I’m serious.”

Without missing a beat, Besher held out his hand and said, “Oh, hi Serious Daddy.  I’m Serious Besher.  Nice to meet you.”

I managed to shake his hand while laughing.