Bean has been cracking us up lately with his little comments. He will say some of the funniest things, but it’s not just what he says that is funny. It’s how his mind processed information to get to those comments.
We have been talking a lot about Sarah and her new baby. So, yesterday as we were leaving the house to meet Bean’s BFF, Elle, and her mommy for a play date at Chuck E. Cheese (germy, I know, but their tokens and prize exchange are GOLD for my kids, so judge away…), Bean says to me, “Elle has a baby.”
“Oh, you mean she has a baby doll? Like Gracie does?”
“No, her mommy is going to have a baby.”
So, then I sat there and thought about this because I am friends with Elle’s mom and I was 99.9% sure she wasn’t pregnant. But maybe she was and she hadn’t said anything yet?
“You mean, her mommy has a baby doll?” I asked for clarification.
“No, Mom!” Bean gasped, cleared frustrated with my lack of understanding about the birds and the bees. “Elle’s mommy has a baby in her belly. Like, a REAL baby. And it’s going to come out in…” (this is when he checked the watch he wears around) “…ten minutes!”
I later clarified with Danielle that she was not, in fact, expecting a baby at all, much less in ten minutes. And then we had a good laugh. Or, maybe I was the only one laughing. (Point of order: Danielle is tiny and thin and does not in the least way resemble a pregnant woman. I thought I should clarify.)
Last week, he and I were snuggling on the couch and he casually says, “Mom, you need a leg hair cut.”
The week before that, he put Gracie in time out because she “was being widiculous.” And, shocker of all shockers, SHE STAYED IN TIME OUT!
I don’t think Bean understands my job. He knows I go to school every day, but I don’t think he understands that I’m the teacher. Why do I think that, you ask? Because he asks me every day if I had fun at my centers and what books I read in circle time.
Every time Chris and I kiss or hug, Bean comes up and pushes between us, saying, “Hey, hey, hey! Break it up! Break it up!”
Three-and-a-half can be tough. Those little curious minds process, like, EVERYTHING. And that spawns a thousand and one questions. Including the dreaded, “Why?” over and over and over again. But it’s a great age, too, because you get to hear them communicate ideas they are creating using all that information they are processing. Sometimes, they process just how they should and you suddenly think you have a little genius in your family. And then sometimes they come up with these crazy funny comments that probably sound “widiculous” to anyone but their momma. But as his momma, I understand. I know where he is getting the ideas and I can follow his train of thought, though it sometimes seems to outsiders to be erratic and random. And I love that. It’s one of my favorite parts of being a momma.