Welcome to wtf? wednesday, when we contemplate and appreciate the verbal whack flowing from the mouths of babes. Or the brilliance. Depending.
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This weekend was the “Whole Earth” festival in a town near us. When we drove by it, Rocket says, “Mama, are we going to the Whole Wheat festival this year?”
I almost died. Of course, from this point forward it will forever be the “Whole Wheat” festival in our family. It’s actually quite perfect, considering all the granola crunchy wheat-ish people there.
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Lately we’ve been listening to Eckhart Tolle in the car (I know. I know.). And I’m thinking Ava has no idea what the guy is talking about. I mean I barely understand him and I’m 32. She’s nine. Perhaps that’s her advantage. Either way, I was wrong.
The other day he was talking about ego – the way it prattles on in your mind, telling you things that aren’t true, fucking everything up…and how there’s this deeper self, a “watcher,” who can observe the ego doing its thing and choose to ignore the ego’s rants. When he’s done, Ava pipes up “You know? This guy’s right, because I always have two thinkers in my mind. One is going on and on about how I should care what people think and be upset and angry, but then there’s this other thinker who tells me something else, tells me there’s another way to act, a calmer way. Mostly, though, I listen to the first thinker. Because it’s louder.”
Damn. I couldn’t have said it better myself.
P.S. Can 9-year-olds write spiritual books and earn their parents millions? (Not that I would do that. That would be exploitation.).
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Rocket was in a parade with his T-ball team on Saturday. He woke up so excited to get there. He bounded out of bed, ran into the living room and says “Mama! We need to make like rascals and get to the parade!!”
I have no idea what that means. But I love it so much it hurts a little.
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Here was my interaction with the 5-year-old yesterday morning:
Rocket: “Georgia pooped.”
Me: “Okay. I’ll go change her.”
Rocket: “Can I come?”
Me: “Do you have to?”
Rocket: “Kind of.”
Me: “Fine.”
I take the diaper off. Rocket’s jumping up and down next to me, trying to get a better view. He can’t get a good enough one, though, which results in this conversation:
Rocket: “Is it a big one?”
Me: “ Sort of.”
Rocket: “Is it soft or hard?”
Me: “Do we have to talk about this? I find it pretty unpleasant.”
Rocket: [now giggling in delight] “Well, which one is it?”
Me: “Hard.”
Rocket: “What color is it?”
Me: “Rocket! My God. Why do you care about this so much?”
Rocket: [very seriously, with an eye roll] “The question is, Mama, why do you care SO LITTLE?”
And on that note, let me just say ‘have a good Wednesday, my peeps.’
Mad Woman behind the Blog
Wednesday, 11 May, 2011 at 10:41Your kids are WAY too awesome. And yes, my three year old is fascinated by her own poop.
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:44Thanks. And yeah, three seems to be the height of the interest in poop, though my son never quite went beyond that height. So perhaps for him it’s more of a plateau. 🙂
Christina
Wednesday, 11 May, 2011 at 11:00OMG…. Ava that is fucking awesome. I LOVE how kids can take something we think is so complicated and put it into words we can understand. That is great.
Thanks for the food for thought Ava… (via Janelle)
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:43That is so true. And they always do it when I least expect it…blind-siding me with their insights. They can’t be misjudged as simpletons! (though I seem to do it all the time).
Melissa M.
Wednesday, 11 May, 2011 at 11:57That is way awesome! Thank you so much for sharing! 🙂
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:45Thanks for reading & commenting!
Sam K
Wednesday, 11 May, 2011 at 13:37And they never out grow their fascination with fecal matter. I know cause I have a 65 year old that always describes, with glee in his eyes, his bowel movements to me .
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:41O good God. It’s never going to end. That worries me a bit. It’s also oddly comforting. You know. The way some things never change…
The Blue Muse
Wednesday, 11 May, 2011 at 17:41I found this post while procrastinating online instead of finishing my last term paper. Thank you SO much for the laughs and gigantic smile. Hilarious and insightful children you have!
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:46OOOOO — reading things kids say vastly outdoes writing term papers! Awesome. And good luck on that paper!
Stacey
Wednesday, 11 May, 2011 at 18:43“The question is, Mama, why do you care SO LITTLE?”
Priceless.
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:46Yep. that one floored me. It was so grown-up, effective, and well, as you said, priceless.
Jess
Thursday, 12 May, 2011 at 4:24Kids are awesome.
My six year old son is the SAME WAY with poop. Why? Where is the appeal? Small man mysteries. I will never understand them.
renegademama
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 19:46me either. I resign. they win.
Sara
Friday, 13 May, 2011 at 22:22I may or may not have (totally did) texted my mom my observation on sesame seeds coming out the same way they go in, like corn. It may have gotten me written out of the will.
dani
Monday, 16 May, 2011 at 20:13Nothing like a nice little chat about poo to bring mother and son together.
I find the conversations with my boy are best when some sort of bodily function is involved.