Tiller girl
Me: “Um, Tiller, what happened to the skirt you were wearing?” She was wearing a pair of jeans.
Tiller: “I didn’t want to wear it anymore.”
Me [wary of possible hazmat incident]: “Why not?”
Tiller [matter of factly]: “Because I was going to be a koala bear and my legs would get hurt.”
Oh, of course!
I think that this was supposed to make my kids look awesomely creative and fun. It made them look boring.
Ask your child(ren) these questions and enter their answers…Quite amusing!
Tiller (3)
1. What is something Mom always says to you?
I don’t know.
2. What makes Mom happy?
Being nice.
3. What makes Mom sad?
I don’t remember.
4. How does your Mom make you laugh?
Tickling me.
5. What was your Mom like as a child?
I don’t know.
6. How old is your Mom?
I don’t know some of the answers.
7. How tall is your Mom?
I don’t know.
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
I don’t know.
9. What does your Mom do when you’re not around?
WAtch tv.
10. If your Mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
I don’t know.
11. What is your Mom really good at?
She’s good at games.
12. What is your Mom not very good at?
I don’t know.
13. What does your Mom do for a job?
Help
14.What is your Mom’s favorite food?
I don’t know.
15.What makes you proud of your Mom?
I don’t know.
16. If your Mom were a TV character, who would she be?
I don’t think i know.
17. What do you and your Mom do together?
Go somewhere together.
18. How are you and your Mom the same?
I don’t know. Do you know.
19. How are you and your Mom different?
Because sometimes you don’t wear the same shirts.
20. How do you know your Mom loves you?
Hugging.
21. What does your Mom like most about you?
I don’t know.
22. Where is your Mom’s favorite place to go?
Chick-fil-a.
Ask your child(ren) these questions and enter their answers…Quite amusing!
Rollie (5)
1. What is something mom always says to you?
I love you.
2. What makes mom happy?
Being nice.
3. What makes Mom sad?
Being Bad
4. How does your Mom make you laugh?
Being funny.
5. What was your Mom like as a child?
A kid.
6. How old is your Mom?
36
7. How tall is your Mom?
36 inches
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
WAtching birds.
9. What does your Mom do when you’re not around?
sleep with daddy in his bed.
10. If your Mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
I don’t know what that means.
11. What is your Mom really good at?
Playing Tetris.
12. What is your Mom not very good at?
Playing scrabble.
13. What does your Mom do for a job?
Work on the roof.
14.What is your Mom’s favorite food?
spinach
15.What makes you proud of your Mom?
I love you.
16. If your Mom were a TV character, who would she be?
I don;t know.
17. What do you and your Mom do together?
Pick up me from school.
18. How are you and your Mom the same?
Because we look the same.
19. How are you and your Mom different?
Because we look different.
20. How do you know your Mom loves you?
Because I’m your son.
21. What does your Mom like most about you?
Cause I’m nice.
22. Where is your Mom’s favorite place to go?
Enzo’s
I will be sad, when she learns to say her “Rs.” Right now, they are all “W.” Rollie is Wally. Road is woad. Red is wed. Tiller is tirrer – When people ask her her name, it sounds like she is saying “Terror.” Cracks us up.
Sometimes kids say the most poetic things. They try to figure out the world and categorize and classify things by comparing them to the things they know. They see and imagine connections that adults never see anymore. They think you can grow chocolate on a Hydrangea, for God’s sake!
Tiller came and sat down to me on the couch while i was writing. She was facing me, and reached up and touched the side of my face, then used her index finger to lightly close my right eyelid, which I did. Then, as I opened my eye up again, her hand was still on my cheek and she was gazing into my eyes. She whispered, “Our eyes are like doors. . . .”
Why can’t i walk around saying stuff like that? Sounds awesome out of the mouth of a child, but a little kooky out of a thirty-something, like i would be trying too hard, or re-enacting scenes from Ladyhawke.
Me: “Tiller, you wanna watch t.v. while Mama gets dressed?”
Tiller: “Yes, Dora, please. It’s on pbskids. . . “something garbled that I couldn’t understand.
Then it occurred to me.
Me: “On Pbskids.com, Tiller?”
Tiller: “No, Mama,” shaking her head as if I’d said the silliest thing ever, “it’s on pbskids.ORG!”
I look at her in amazement as Todd busts a gut laughing from downstairs.
Tiller thinks the words to “Itsy Bitsy Spider” are “Bitsy Bitsy Fighter.” Cute as all get-out. When we put her to bed, she likes to be held and sung to for a minute. When she was tiny, I started singing “Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star” to her. We still do that one, but she has started requesting other songs, and now we have three regular ones. I hold her in the dark of her room, and whisper, “You want a a song?” She says, “Bitsy,” which is what she calls “Itsy Bitsy Spider.” When I finish it, she says, “Sunshine.” (“You Are My Sunshine.”) Finally, we do “Twinkle.”
I love all three of the songs so very much now. They are the soundtrack to a little girl laying her head on my shoulder, her heart beating fast next to my own, totally at peace with her world, and secure in my love for her.
They really are.
Yesterday afternoon, I was changing Tiller. When one of the kids has a really large poopy diaper, I exclaim “Poop-O-Rama!” Everyone gets excited. Tiller was excited about her Poop-O-Rama, and as she is starting to mimic everything we say, she let out a gleeful, “Poop-O-Mama!!!”
Today, I had Rollie try to go on the potty. I try to remind him hourly and after eating or drinking. Today has been a banner day – so far, no poop in the diaper. Only on the potty. To my joy, Rollie said, “I have to go poop.” I told him to go, go, go. He rushed to the bathroom, took off his pants and diaper, sat up on the toilet, and closed the bathroom door. He sat for a second, and I was on the couch waiting to hear something from him, when he opened up the door and darted out towards his toy box.
Me: “Did you poop?”
Rollie: “No, I just need to get a magazine.”
Such a little man.