I didn’t hear the context, but I love this quote.
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Category: Thoughts
When Eitan comes home from school, he tends to wander around the house for a bit. I think he is ensuring nothing major has changed.
Recently, while unpacking his backpack, we hear from the dining room “Oooooo yum YUUUUM!”
Eitan had found the Oreos I left out. I found him sitting in my chair, helping himself.
Eitan has somehow internalized my derision for weather forecasters. In particular, I don’t like how excited they get by natural disasters, and how they typically exaggerate how bad a storm will be. I have probably commented on occasion that they don’t know what they’re talking about.
Eitan of course took this to the extreme and frequently tells us that meteorologists (my word, not his; I think he calls them weather people) don’t know what they’re doing. I’ve tried to walk that back a bit, since the day-to-day forecasting is usually pretty accurate. However, after hearing this conversation he had with Rich, I think it would be easier to just tell him Jews control the weather.
Eitan: Dada, you should work for the company that controls the weather
Dada: Do you mean the forecasts the weather?
Eitan: Yeah, that
Dada: There’s actually a group called NOAA
Eitan: NOAH???
Dada: Not your friend, it’s actually a part of the government
*Eitan moves on*
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Coming home
Eitan and Rich were playing birthday. A stuffy has a party, there’s cake, presents etc. Suddenly, Eitan announces “Party’s over!”
I’m in the kitchen, listening, and pipe up “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here!”
Eitan, sincerely distressed, asks “where can we go, Mama?”
Nana changed her purse for the fall to a very large bag with a lot of compartments. She was very excited to show Eitan. When he saw it, his reaction was: “Oh my God, your bag is big.” He sounded just like an adult!
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Grown-up Goals
Eitan: “When I grow up, I’m going to be a truck driver”
Mama: “That sounds great. Where will you live?”
Eitan: “I’m going to live with you forever.”
Mama: “I would like that. You can park your truck in our driveway if you want.”
Eitan: “Yes I will do that. A kid would like to see that. You should buy another kid when I park it.”
Mama: “We can’t buy a person; that’s called slavery.”
Eitan: “Well, you should born another kid.”
Mama: “I’ll think about it.”
Eitan: “When I was a baby, I thought all eyes were marbles. Isn’t that funny of me??”
In the car with Nana and Papa.
Eitan: “I’m going to see A Camel on Monday.”
Nana: “A camel?”
Eitan: “A Deer. I mean Adir.”
Names can be confusing.
“The greatest part of my life is my mama and my dada.”
We feel the same way about you!
In the car, on the way to school Monday morning.
Eitan: “I’m worried.” (pronounced woowwied)
Mama: “Usually I’m not worried. You’re great at school and you always have a good day, but today I’m a little worried.”
Eitan: “why?”
Mama: “I’m worried about the lice in your school.”
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Eitan: “Do Dada’s have babies too?”
Pause while I collect myself and try to come up with an answer per the books: answer the question, don’t provide extra information
Mama: “Only mamas can have babies in their bellies”
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*MENTAL ALERT! WHAT IF HE THINKS THEY ARE IN OUR STOMACHS???*
Mama: “When I say belly, they are in a different spot than where the food goes. Mamas can still eat. The baby is in a place called the uterus or womb.”
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Eitan: “How does the baby poop?”
*of course….*
Mama: “it doesn’t use its tush. The baby is connected to the mama through something called the umbilical cord. It connects to the baby’s belly button. The food goes in that way and the waste comes out.”
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Mama: “The cord gets cut when the baby comes out. It doesn’t hurt the mama or the baby.”
Eitan: “Did I have that?”
Mama: “yes”
*still worried about the lice*