Archive for December, 2010

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Grandparents and dinosaurs

December 24, 2010

My apologies in advance to Nonni and Zeyda, but it’s a true story.

Today as Besh and Isaac and I were driving around, On Broadway playing on the Sirius satellite radio, a song came on that we hadn’t heard before.  Besh always asks the same two questions for a new song.  The other statements were…unique.

Besh: “What show is this from?”

Me: “I don’t know, Besh.  It has a name but I’ve never heard of it.”

“What happens in the show?”

“No idea.  It’s a really, really old show.”

“How do you know?”

“It says the year of the show was 1967.  I wasn’t even alive then.”

“For real?”

“For real.  But Nonnia and Zeyda were alive then.  Maybe they know the show.”

“Nonnie and Zeyda were alive then?”

“Yep.”

“And the dinosaurs too?”

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Star Wars justice and things that aren’t rocks

December 17, 2010

After being interrupted the day we started Return of the Jedi, Besh finally got to see the rest of it this week.  He definitely enjoyed it (we don’t mind the Ewoks in this family) and we’ve had a few conversations about it already.  But this was my favorite.

Besh: “Daddy, did Luke cut off Darth Vader’s real hand or was it just the costume hand?”

Me: “That was his real hand.”

“Why did he do that?”

“He did it to end the fight.  And remember, that’s what Darth Vader did to him in Empire Strikes Back.”

“Oh.”  He thinks about this a second.  “Well, then that’s fair.  Darth Vader did it to him so he did it to Darth Vader.  That’s okay then.  That’s fair.”

I didn’t want to have the whole eye-for-an-eye conversation with him just yet.  Partly because I was tired and mostly because he’s still only four years old.  But at least we have a platform.

And speaking of fun things to talk to your four year old, last night Besh put on his jacket, reached into his pocket and pulled out his fist.  He’s been known to bring home rocks, twigs, various kid stuff from school (which all go back the next day).

Besh: “Look what I found!  It’s a rock!  I think it’s from a volcano or something.”

The rock did look a bit…off.  It wasn’t the smoother rocks typically found at his school.  It looked darker, but with bits of color.

Mommy: “Besh, can I see that?”  Besh brings it to her and she inspects it.  “Um, yeah, this isn’t a rock, Besh.  It’s poop.”

“How do you know it’s poop?”

“Well, there’s a piece of corn in it.”

After some vigorous hand washing, I think we all laughed for about 30 minutes over Mommy’s line.

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