The Progeny
Trevorism
Sometime in the wee, dark hours of the morning, a husband nudges his wife's arm....
"Someone's calling for you."
*groan*
Ma opens the bedroom door where no one is in sight. Suddenly, a voice pipes up about knee level:
"I'm scaiwed of da thundoh."
*listens while taking four-year-old back to his bed*
"I don't hear any thunder. Do you hear any thunder?"
"Noooo....."
*climbs back into bed, pulls up his cover and yawns*
"So, do you want me to pray with you?"
*nods and closes eyes*
*sounds of incoherent mumbling*
*sounds of stumbling back to bed*
I think Trevor just wanted me to know that in the event there would be thunder, he would be scared.....except, the last three times it's stormed, he's slept right through it.
It was a nice excuse for a quick visit with his maman, anyway.
Crazy little snickerdoodle...
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 12:22 PM
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I think one of the funniest things that I've ever done is sit down with a 4 or 5-year-old and get him to explain his reasoning to me about whatever he's doing at the time. It's funny because if you're willing to follow all of the faulty premises and make some rather fantastic leaps of logic, it kinda makes sense in a screwed-up sort of way. I think I find it amusing and yet disconcerting that kids that young are actually thinking things through and arriving at whatever bizarre conclusions happen upon them.
Well they have brains, don't they? Children are people too.
I think too, that sometimes little kids need to check and make sure that the world outside of their nightlight-illuminated bedroom still exists.
What's really fun is remembering things that you were certain were true when you were little.
For instance, I distinctly remember believing that there was a murderer living in a house down the street from our place in Indiana. I grew out of this at some point, but I don't remember when. After I was 5 or 6, at any rate. What's even funnier is how this didn't scare me, because I was absolutely certain that this murderer could never leave the house.
On the other hand, I was at least somewhat aware of politics and current events at the age of 5, and could probably have told you that the USSR was a communist nation, and maybe even have recognized it on a globe. I definitely knew who Gorbechav was.
I think most of the reason little kids come up with strange ideas is that they don't have anywhere near the amount of information we do at, say, 15 or 20. Fewer data points means more guessing, and some of those guesses are bound to be way off-track.
What is really scary is when at say 15-16 some people are still missing data points and guessing way off track. Besides everyone knows that unless you exercise something (like muscle, brains,and eating) it will never mature into a fully mature adult....next time though it would be nicer to practice such behavior between the hours of 8 am to 9pm.
Okay Ardith, this opens up ALL KINDS of questions....
For instance, in which direction did the "murderer" live? Do you have an exact house in mind? Was it an ax murderer, or what? Did he have long hair and look like C****? Was it in fact, a he?
And...uh.....why didn't you tell me???
Come on Girl, TALK to me...
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MoM, everyone knows that people like you and I have to get away from all the others in the house once in a while.
Sometimes this can only be done when they are all asleep....
:-)
Yeah, there was an exact house I associated this with. I have no idea who lived there or what he/they looked like. And actually, I had the distinct impression that you told me about this, um, miscreant, although I suppose I realized by the time I was 8 or so how ridiculous this all was. But that's why I didn't tell you, because you already would have 'known'. And like I said before, I wasn't worried.
See, now I'm all jealous. I was five when the USSR ceased to exist, and I missed it almost entirely. I had a vague idea about Boris Yeltsin, but I had to wait for history books to tell me about Gorbachev. My earliest geopolitical memories concern the Gulf War. That annoys me.
That's what happens when you aren't born in '83.
*Sniff* I don't think I like your tone, young lady.
And I don't think I like being called a "young lady" by someone who graduated one year ahead of me.
:-D
Do I have to get the U.N. involved here, or what?
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