Living Stones Academy

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Great kid-isms

on September 9, 2010

We had some pretty great kid-isms lately. Tonight we had two at the dinner table that just merit sharing.

Everyone commented, when daddy walked in the door tonight, on daddy’s new haircut. Steve’s hair had been getting longer–which, in his case, should be translated “bushier”, because his hair doesn’t grow down, it grows out. I actually like it that way, but of course it’s not regulation (being in the Navy). So he came in tonight with a very military-friendly head.

While at dinner, the subject came up again. Isaac, being our chatterbox, started to narrate: “Dat’s a nice daddy. Daddy went to shopping place [BX, where the barber shop is] and took off his crazy hair and got some NEW hair! Dat’s a nice daddy!” So now we know the kids’ opinion of daddy’s long hair. 😀

The next thing was the dinner itself. We’ve been making so many changes in our diet lately, and predictably the kids aren’t all too fond of all of them. Makenzie is the least picky so she’s doing ok. But meals have been a struggle for Caleb and Isaac. We usually have a back up plan if it’s something so outlandish we know there’s no WAY they’ll eat it–they still have to take one bite of everything, that’s the rule, but they don’t starve. Sometimes, though, like tonight, we deliberately don’t prepare a back up. I made Bean Soup with chopped up ham. Now, Isaac was happily picking out all the ham and eating it, and trying to spoon out broth. Caleb, though, refused to touch it as long as it had stuff in it. I finally strained out all the chunky stuff and gave him broth. Normally, that’s ok–he likes broth. But this broth, I’ll admit, was pretty high on flavor (and a lot of that flavor was salt). He took one swig (we allow them to drink soup from a bowl, since that’s very Japanese) and immediately grabbed his glass and started inhaling water! So when I semi-forced him to take another spoonful and he did the same thing, I sat down and asked him. We try to avoid giving them the answer. That is, we don’t ask, “Is the soup too salty?” I think too often parents do that, and the child, who never had that idea and is just being particular, latches on and says, “Yeah, yeah, that’s it, it’s too salty.” So we ask the open question, and if it sounds like he’s trying to say, “It’s too salty”, but doesn’t know the words, we help him out.

So I asked him, “Caleb, what’s wrong with the soup?’ He looked at me with sad eyes, very pathetic, and with protruding lip he answered, “It’s killing me.”

I lost it. Once I regained my composure, I took away the murderous soup, cut up a slice of ham for him, and gave him half of a second roll. He gobbled happily and fairly skipped away from the dinner table.

Kids: built-in entertainment.


One response to “Great kid-isms

  1. Bethany says:

    You have such an adorable family! These stories cracked me up. Love it!
    (It was also fun to read about each of them in your About Me and Us section. You paint their pictures so vividly!

    ♥ to all!


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