You gotta love those moments when you are trying to have a
conversation and your 4-year-old- thinks that their question about what snack
to have is a very pressing matter and must be treated as a red alert, all first
responders must arrive immediately or he might- just-starve!
My youngest was at
the age where we were working on the, “just a minute, mommy is talking, wait
your turn” abilities. It seems he thought this meant, “ok, no talking, instead I
have to communicate through dance and charades to get my point across.”
I was talking with my
mom one afternoon when Bo interrupted, as usual, with “mom, can I eat
these?”
“Just a minute Bo” I responded. Again, trying to teach a
lesson in waiting.
“Mom, mom. “ He interrupted again. Apparently the first time I asked him to wait
he thought I was talking to someone else, or maybe I spoke in a foreign
language, or perhaps my mute button was on and he only saw my lips move. So naturally I made myself clear. “Bo, YOU- are- going- to- have- to- wait- to
ask me your question. I am talking to
Nonnie right now. Just- a- minute.”
I returned to my conversation
and was mid-sentence when a back of animal cracker suddenly appeared 2 inches
from my eyeballs. I froze mid sentence,
trying not to go cross-eyed, while I grasped tightly to any patience I had left.
I slowly turned my head into the direction that the protruding arm was coming
from. And there were Bo’s big beckoning
eyes. He brought the bag in front of him
and with his other hand he pointed first to the bag and then to his mouth, not
saying a word. In that moment I just had
to laugh. Apparently next time I will
have to say, “you will have to wait to ask or gesture your question to
me.” Who knows what he will come up with
then.
Bo is 7 now and I would like to say the lesson is
learned…but just the other day he was charading something to me while I was on
the phone, so it seems there is some sorta learning curve involved. I’ll get back to ya when he is 10 and we will
see how far he has come.
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