Eitan is starting to become very interested in categorizing people. Boy/girl, old/young, Jewish/not. He recently became aware that his Dada converted to Judaism; it was never a secret, but it doesn’t come up much. To summarize a long conversation:
Eitan: “You used to be Christian and then you became Jewish, Dada?”
Dada: “That’s right”
Eitan: “Did you need to get a shot?”
Some things are just always on our mind…
Nana, in the car: “Eitan, would you like to sleep in a big bed some day?”
Eitan: “I don’t know; my mama makes those decisions”
While we were driving back to Sudbury one afternoon, we had this conversation.
Mama: “After you go to sleep tonight I need to make deli roll”
Eitan: “How about you go to sleep and I make it?! I don’t know how, but it’s going to be noisy!”
At dinner, we were discussing Nana and Mama’s old hairdresser and his ultra-demanding wife.
Mama said: “Yeah, the only thing I remember about was that she was a…”
Short silence, as Mama tries to decide what to say.
Eitan: “Pain in the butt!”
We all burst out laughing.
Eitan: “I knew that was going to be funny!”
Eitan: “Mama can I ask you something?”
Mama: “Sure”
Eitan: “That man in the [other] car was lighting a candle …. in his mouth”
Eitan: “Mut”
At least he’s drinking it now!
Dada: “I love you to the edge of the universe and back, Eitan”
Eitan: “I love you to Connecticut and back! In a rainstorm!”
This morning, while we’re rushing to get out the door for the long drive from Sudbury to Newton, Eitan asks if he can do some painting. He is also wearing his new superhero cape. I respond, “I’m sorry but that requires too much supervision right now.”
Eitan replies, “But I have super-vision!”
Eitan is playing with Duplos and building a very tall tower. It suddenly falls down and Dada asks “you okay, bud?”
Eitan replies, “I’m okay, but the tower is not!”
So true!
Mama and Dada are talking about the renovation in the car. Apparently, Eitan didn’t love this topic and yelled “Can you stop TALKING?”
We stopped talking.
Approximately three seconds later, we hear from the backseat, “Can you talk about me?”
So it’s really not the talking, just the topic wasn’t acceptable.