We’ve been spending some time on Skype lately, with my brothers. I asked Max one morning, from the other side of the counter in the kitchen,”Do you want to talk to Uncle William or Uncle Chris today?” Max asks immediately, from the living room, “Talk to them now?”I know he’s there, playing quietly, but am unsure of what he’s doing.”We can’t talk to them now. They live far away from us, in California, and they’re sleeping right now. Do you remember where California is?” We had bought placemats for the boys, that have random educational bits. The one I’m referring to is a map of the US. I don’t hear a response from Max, so I assume that he doesn’t remember at all, and has focused all his attention on playing. I turn back to peeling potatoes, knowing that he’s playing safely, and allow myself to enjoy a quiet moment. Before I know it, he’s beside me in the kitchen, struggling a little to open a large drawer next to where I am standing. He pulls out his stack of 6 placemats, finds the one with the map of the US, holds it incorrectly by 45 degrees - California on it’s side on top - and points to the state.”There it goes. There’s California, right there!” He hands me the placemat and returns to the living room.
Archive for April, 2009
Classy
“Gimme a fish kiss, Max.” He was playing in the bathtub.
“Hang on. I haffa spit.” He spits the water out of his mouth in a rainbow spurt.
“There (we) go.” And he tilts his head up, with an exaggerated pucker, for a fish kiss. We’ve been watching a lot of Nemo lately.