Keeping the good trike
October 12, 2009This morning Sara was dropping off Besh at school and loaded down with bags. It was our week for classroom snacks plus Sara had a bag of spades and brushes we’d bought for the upcoming dinosaur bone excavation for the class (because most scientists know that dinosaur bones are frequently found in pre-school sand pits). Since Sara had so many bags, she asked Besh to carry his lunch box inside.
As soon as they went through the gate, Besh ran to his favorite trike with his lunch box in his hand.
Sara: “Besh, can you please bring your lunchbox inside?”
Besh: “No, I want you to do it because I want to keep this trike.”
Daschel, another boy in his class was standing nearby. By way of background, Daschel is a bit older than Besh and he has an older brother. I think these things combined so that Daschel would sometimes call Besh a baby for some things. Besh did not like this, but he told Daschel at some point and then it stopped.
Daschel: “That’s okay, Besher. I’ll hold the trike for you until you come back.”
Besher ran from the trike over to Sara, glowing.
“Daschel is going to hold the trike for me! AND Daschel doesn’t call me a baby anymore!”
This was apparently very funny to both Besh and Daschel, as they both started laughing and then proceeded to call each other Baby Besher and Baby Daschel. Proving that male bonding has a genetic basis in insults.
