Now for a few quotes from my son.
1. At one year of age, Tanner was good at singing a melody that he’d heard. With one tune, he even sang a modified version of the lyrics. According to Tanner, “The Alphabet Song,” which shares the same melody as “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,” sounded perfectly fine by simply repeating the letter “A” all the way to the end. Why bother with 26 different letters? “A – A – A – A – A – A – A …”
2. Tanner didn’t usually mean to scare anyone when he said “boo;” he just wanted to describe something. Apparently something blue. “Duh boo da-ee” (the blue daddy) was the blue-wearing Prince Charming in a Cinderella book. However, not everything “boo” was blue. “Duh boo car” was black. “Duh boo bank-et” was green. Was he color blind? No. Here’s my diagnosis: he was an adorable two-year-old.
3. I don’t care for the word “pacifier,” and my husband doesn’t like “binky.” We happily settled on “sucette” (pronounced soo-set), one of the French words for something we knew would be spoken of often. Tanner was still very fond of his sucette at age two, so we decided to let him have it only at nap time and bedtime to start weaning him from it. One day just 1/2 hour after waking up from his nap, Tanner said, “I wahn my sucette.” I said he could have it the next time he went to sleep. “Oh,” he said. “I wahn a nap.”
4. At age three, Tanner’s growing sense of right and wrong, good and bad was expressed by his deep interest in knowing if each character in a movie we watched was a mean guy or a nice guy. One day a toy of his was apparently being mean. Tanner reported to me what happened next. “I said ‘repent,’ and he turned nice.”
While I’m happy that he’s gaining an understanding of things I believe are truly important, you’ll see in the next quotes that his cultural education has some holes in it.
5. My husband Kerry often astounds me with the sports facts he remembers. At age five, my son knows even less about sports than I do. Last month, as Kerry was watching an event on TV, Tanner said, “I don’t like that game.” I informed him that it was tennis. “Actually, it’s my favorite,” he decided.
6. Three weeks after that comment, Tanner asked if he could play baseball (meaning on a team). Since he had never shown an interest in doing that, I asked why he wanted to. “Cause they spit a lot,” he said.
Sorry to leave you with that beautiful thought.
Have a lovely day!