It Does Not Go Without Saying

They have to learn everything. We forget that sometimes. Just because we, as parents, know that it’s a bad idea to run the blade of a knife against the meat of our tongue doesn’t mean a 7 year old boy will know that intuitively.

But, I mean, come on. How stupid are they?

Pretty damn stupid.

It was a plastic knife from Ikea, with a blade barely sharp enough to cut butter. It’s not even really a blade. More like a moderately cerated piece of rubber, sharp as a flat tire. Still, when the 7 year old licked the “sharp” edge of his knife barely three seconds after it was handed to him at dinner, the thought occurred to me: Boy, that’s stupid.

And then I thought: Well, we’ve never told him not to.

So, I laid it out to him: It’s a bad idea to run the sharp edge of a knife over your tongue.

Why?

Because you might cut off your tongue. And then you’d be screwed for life, just another tongueless freak wandering the streets trying and failing to pronounce “tomato.”

Then it occurred to me there might be a few other things we hadn’t explicitly warned them against. So, after making absolutely certain I had their attention, I laid out a few more:

Don’t put your hand into a burning fire.

Don’t stand in front of a speeding car.

Don’t jump off a tall building.

Don’t try to breathe underwater.

At which point the 4 year old got into the spirit by suggesting a sixth rule:

Don’t jump off a tall building into a burning fire.

Exactly.

I guess they just need to be told these things.

We can’t very well take for granted that they’ll know not to stand in front of an operating jet engine or try to pet a rabid bobcat. We have to tell them these things.

Sometimes they need to be told more than once.

Two seconds after hearing the list of ” do nots,” the 7 year old LICKED THE SHARP EDGE OF HIS PLASTIC KNIFE.

This is a kid who brought home a perfect report card last week. A kid who is reading at a third grade level in the first grade. A kid who can operate the PS3, Netflix, the Blu Ray player and any number of gadgets with no problem. And yet …

I just took the knife away and hoped there weren’t any open fires, tall buildings or speeding cars in the immediate vicinity.

Single-handedly setting the Dad movement back by decades?

So, MomScribe headed out with the ladies of the neighborhood to see a movie called Miracle Mike tonight. I think it’s a film about religion or something. Anyway.

I told the 4-year-old that Mom wouldn’t be home before he went to bed. He got this startled, confused look on his face and said: “We’re gonna be home all by ourselfs? Who’s gonna take care of us?”

Ahem. That’d be me. The dad.

“I. Want. Mommmmmmm-Meeeeee!”

Yeah. That’s my boy.

Told him to get ready for supper and a bonus night of Phineas and Ferb on Netflix. And I let him pick his supper: shredded honey ham, Club crackers, apple sauce and Gatorade. A homemade lunchable.

We’re good. Praise Mike.

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The Noise Upstairs

A rolling rumble upstairs, like a fully laden airport luggage cart being dragged sideways through the terminal.

Me, downstairs, yelling at the ceiling: “Jay, what are you doing?”

Jay, upstairs, the rumble having gone silent: “I’m playing.”

Me: “What’s that noise?”

Jay: “The sound of me playing.”

OK, then. Don’t let on more than you have to, 6-year-old.

Man, where do we begin?

We love Phineas and Ferb. You may ask, “Aren’t you a little old to love a kid show?” And I would say, “Yes. Yes, I am.” And just keep right on watching.

To celebrate the end of Jay’s first year in “real” school, I slapped together a home-made greeting card last night using Word and Google images. I showed it to Jay this morning when he woke up, and he absolutely beamed as he read it. Here it is (minus the cool cartoon font, Jokerman). Curse you, WordPress limited font capabilities!

Hey, Jay!

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 I know what

We’re gonna do today!

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Doofenschmirtz says:

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“Jay RULES the Tri-State Area!”

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And Phineas has an announcement …

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IT’S SUMMER!

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Man, where do we begin?

Congratulations on finishing kindergarten!

Love,

Mommy & Daddy

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 Grrggrggrggrggrgg.

(That means, “Have a great summer, buddy!” in platypus talk!)

The Best Job in the World

There’s no wisdom like 6-year-old wisdom.

This morning as MomScribe drove the boys to daycare and school, the topic of conversation turned to jobs. Jay asked Beth what she did at work, and she told him in a way that helped him relate.

“I do marketing,” she said. “I make posters, and do all kinds of fun stuff.”

Then she asked him what he thought was the best job in the world.

His answer, as is often the case with Jay’s answers to that type of question, made us smile.

“I think,” he said, after a moment to consider, “the best job in the world is taking care of your little kids.”

Oh, yeah. He’s got that one spot on.