Archive for March, 2010

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Besh on marriage: You build houses and farms and stores. And houses.

March 30, 2010

By Sara

There has been a lot of talk about marriage going around Besh’s preschool class. Each week, he tells us who is going to marry. The same girls are always at the top of his list but they rotate. Apparently, some of the girls are also talking about getting married at home. When Besh told me her wanted a playdate with a particular girl because he was going to marry her, it occurred to me for the first time to get his take on marriage. The following was our conversation:

Me: Besh, what does it mean to be married?

Besh: It means you stay together. You stay together forever.

M: What do you do when you’re married?

B: You build houses and farms and stores. And houses.

M: But, Daddy and I are married and we don’t build houses and farms and stores.

B: Well, I will. If Liah marries me, I will build houses and farms and stores and houses with her.

M: How do you feel about the person you are married to (forgive the bad grammar here, I was just into the conversation. Also, I haven’t slept in four months!)?

B: Excited. You are excited and sometimes you clap your hands and say, “Yay!”

M: Do you think I’m excited when I see Daddy?

B: Yes. You are.

M: How old do you think you have to be to get married?

B: 12 or 13.

M: How old do you think Mommy was when I married Daddy?

B: 29.

M: How old do you think Daddy was when we got married?

At this point, Besh was clearly done with the conversation. But, I have to remember to ask him questions like this more often. Because the answers are so entertaining!

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Green like a boogie

March 17, 2010

So this about sums up why Besh is probably going to get in trouble down the road and it will be my fault entirely.

The other day I’m driving Besh home from our afternoon adventure. He was a bit cranky that afternoon, so when we hit a red light he got frustrated. “I want the cars to GO!”

Although there are a variety of ways to handle this kind of frustration, I went with silly that day.

“Yeah, cars! We want you to GO!” I yelled with him. He stared at me. “And you too, traffic light! I don’t want you to be red! Red like a strawberry! Red like blood! Red like a tongue! Red like ketchup!”

At this point he began to smile, so I kept going.

“We want you to be GREEN! Green like grass! Green like a tree! Green like broccoli! Green like a boogie!”

This pushed him over the edge and he started laughing hysterically.

“Green…like a…boogie,” he managed between laughs.

This got him home in a relatively good mood. It also stuck (no pun intended) and now when he’s in the car with Mommy he’ll ask the traffic lights to turn green like a boogie. Mommy told me that Besh said that in the car when I got home a day or two later.

“Yeah, but I was just in the car so it’s okay,” Besh responded. “Because it’s funny.”

He’s right. It is. And that’s why when he gets in trouble for stuff like this (well, not exactly like this, but for something similar) it’ll be all my fault. At least he can benefit from my school experiences and I can teach him how to minimize getting caught.

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