My little boy is rather sickly right now with a cold and I’m not even sure how many teeth are coming in. It really breaks my heart to see him so overwhelmed.
But in the past day or so, I’ve went from feeling pity for him to snickering at Everything He Does. He’s just slightly “off” right now. And he’s probably going to turn bright pink when he reads this one day.
As I was tucking him in last night, I laid down in the floor beside his bed (he’s out of the crib but not in a toddler bed yet as we let him adjust to a Big Boy bed with just a mattress and billions of pillows and blankets) and started rubbing his back. A few minutes passed and then he started saying, in a sing song voice,
“Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.”
I raised my head up slowly and listened again.
“Sex. Sex. Sex. Seeeeeex.”
Now, I know that I’ve slipped up a bit and said things like stupid (which Drew pronounces stoopit, the wiggly way), and chicken butt (which I’ve already addressed here), and perhaps a few other not-so-much-a-big-deal words. But nothing Dangerous For the Grocery Store or Church. Daniel and I have both been really careful.
You know. Because we talk like trash behind closed doors. Apparently. 😉
Anyway, I knew he hadn’t heard that word from us. And it’s not like he’s watching MTV during the day while I play Sims 2.
“Sex. Sex. Sex. SEX SEX SEX.”
“What did you say, sweetie?”
“Sex.”
Then he raised his toes really high and wiggled his toes and shrieked “SEX!”
“OH!!!!! YOU MEAN SOCKS! Oh my word. Socks. Socks, Drew! SOCKS!”
And then as pretty as you please, he continued on.
“Socks. Socks. Socks. SOCKS!”
It was as though he knew the word but the whole Being Sick Thing was causing him to be slightly off in pronunciation.
Whew.
I’m not sure what it is about bed-time or nap-time. But as I just tucked him in a FEW MINUTES AGO…we had another episode. Which sent me into a fit of giggles.
Unlike other godly parents, we sing the ABC song before we go to sleep at night. Instead of Jesus Loves Me. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy whispering and sharing the stories of Jesus to Drew (even though he normally just turns his head at me and gives me a funny look when I say “the fish ate Jonah”) but for some reason, I don’t think it’s because he’s a wicked little boy, he does NOT like Jesus Loves Me before bedtime. He FROWNS and GROWLS. He likes it at bath-time, or in the car, or while sitting on the couch, but NOT at bed-time.
And one time I sang the ABC song. And he fell in love with it. He requests it all the time.
So, I sang the ABC song before his nap. When I finished, I heard him say (as he was snuggled under his blanket) “abcb abcb!” That’s code for MORE ABC SONG NOW.
I started singing again.
“ABCD…”
And then I heard him chant “abcb…”
“EFG…”
“eee…”
“HIJK…”
“eye eye kk…”
“LMNOP…”
“elephant pee…” (I SWEAR!)
“QRS…”
“…S…”
“TUV…”
“UB…”
“WX…”
“double dew…”
“Y and Z.”
“zeeeeee.”
I think it’s safe to say that while Drew is sick right now, he’s providing me a LARGE amount of entertainment.
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WOW. Reading that made me laugh so hard i almost cried! =)