You all know how this works.
Mama Kat gives us a prompt, and we write about it.
Today I couldn’t resist.
One of the prompts was, “What are your kids talking about?”
I’m tweaking it to be: “What are your kids saying?”
More specifically, “What is your kid saying?”
I chose John to talk about. You know John. He’s 3.
He slays me.
The stuff that comes out of his mouth.
And even though it’s naughty sometimes, like when he gets mad at me and calls me a “poop head”, I just can’t get mad. It’s all in his personality, folks.
So I’ll just leave you with what he says when it smells bad outside.
If it smells like a farm or zoo, he’ll scrunch up his nose and say in a disgusted voice, “I smell a dragon”.
The other day he smelled something unpleasant outside, but it was a sort of foreign smell. No, not foreign like a person from another country, foreign as in I-have-no idea-what-the-smell was.
John said, “uh oh. I smell a coyote“.
Maybe you just have to be there. Or maybe not. But, I love to be there because being told it smells like a dragon or a coyote strangely makes my day, and I don’t ever want to forget the sound of his voice or the inflection in his words or the way his face shows such expression. I just plain don’t want to forget any of these moments because I know all too soon I’ll realize they are gone. I’ll even miss it when he learns how to master his emotions and can hold back calling me a “poop head”. Then he’ll be calling me something else in his head that I won’t even want to think about. And I don’t even want to go there.