We “check” Eitan five times at night before he goes to sleep. There’s always too much conversation during these checks, but this was one of my favorites.
Eitan: “Mama can I ask you something?”
Me: “Anything”
Eitan: “I love you more than anyone in my class”
Me: “I love you more than anyone in the universe”
Eitan: “I love you that too”
Eitan: “I have to poop. I can go meself [pronounciation].”
…
Eitan: “There’s pee in here!”
Dada: “That’s okay, you can poop in someone else’s pee.”
Eitan: “No I can’t”
Dada: “Yes you can”
…
Dada: “Come to think of it, that’s probably your pee.”
…
Eitan: “There’s pee in here!”
Are we really doing this again?
Eitan recently (and briefly) stopped eating MadeGood bars. We asked why and his response was, “they’re too chocolate chippity.”
Seriously???
Eitan’s ability to pick up idioms is impressive – at least to us old people. The other day, Rich pointed out to me that some mold appeared to be growing on some dried flowers. Eitan came over to take a look but after about one second declared, “I don’t want to be involved in this.”
Me neither, kid.
Eitan was playing a game where he leaned a couch cushion against the edge of the couch and walked up it. We warned him, “be careful!” Of course, the cushion slipped and he whacked himself on the edge of couch. His repsonse?
“That was unexpected!”
Eitan runs into his bedroom after tub, completely naked.
Rich from the bathroom: “Come back here to get dressed!”
Me: “Go back to Dada and get your aquaphor on.”
Eitan: “I don’t need aquaphor.”
Me: “Yes you do, maybe you don’t need [eczema] medicine.”
Eitan: “I don’t need medicine.”
Me: “I know; you need aquaphor.”
Eitan: “Why?”
While watching Lego City Adventures this morning and coloring, Eitan suddenly asked, “How did Moshe DO that?”
I looked down and saw that he was coloring in a Pesach coloring book. The picture was the Israelites walking through the Red Sea behind Moshe.
I decided that the simplest answer was best, “God helped.”
Eitan likes to have a frozen waffle in the morning for breakfast, but tends to forget about while he watches his morning TV show. He frequently asks me to reheat it for him. One day, he complained that I burned it (it really wasn’t burnt, just crispier). Getting fed-up, I responded that he could go make his own. His answer? “That’s just an expression for really hot, mama”.
Ok, then. Enjoy.
Because of Covid, Eitan hadn’t been to a public library. One day, I asked him if he wanted to check out our local Needham library. His response: “Do they have toys there?”
… pause to acknowledge parental fail here…
I told him I didn’t think so, since a library is for books. He acquiesced, though, and lo and behold, they do have toys in the library. Lesson learned.
Eitan has been shouting “SOB!” a lot when we are playing. I chose to ignore this, since I felt that asking questions would only encourage this behavior. I didn’t have the courage.
Rich, however, was less careful and more practical. One day, I heard him casually ask Eitan what he means by “SOB”. I held my breath. “It means you need help, Dada,” was the response.
“Oh, you mean SOS, Eitan!”
“Yeah”
The resolution was excellent. Glad it wasn’t me, though.