Wednesday, November 10, 2004
The mostly charming but occasionally mortifying thing about kids is that they don't candy-coat anything. Their comments are all about the plain truth of what they see. If a preschooler tells you that you're old, offering in support of this position the fact that you have wrinkles, know that indeed you are both old and wrinkled. The kid isn't being mean, just making an honest observation. Next time you want to know if your butt looks big in a certain pair of pants, considering employing the services of a 4 year old.
Sophie is just beginning to enter the stage of commenting on her observations about people. Hair color is a major area of interest these days. Over the weekend she found a photo revealing my hair during a darker phase of its life and exclaimed, "Mommy, BROWN!" in approximately the same shocked and disappointed tone as a kid who has just discovered that her pet rock isn't a pet at all.* As far as Sophie is concerned, Mommy has always had long blonde hair and anything different from that is simply not as it should be.
Last Sunday we visited my grandparents for the first time since my grandmother started using a walker and cane. We fully expected Sophie to comment on the new equipment, and I could only hope that whatever she said would sound kind. Although Sophie was clearly fascinated by the shiny new things (a rolling jungle gym! what fun!) she apparently didn't draw the connection that they were helping Mom Mom to walk. Not a word was said about them.
At some point, Sophie went into my grandparents' bathroom and noticed some false teeth soaking in a cup on the sink. Now THIS was something new and interesting! Teeth! Outside of someone's mouth! How does THAT happen?! My mother explained to her that Pop Pop has a partial set of false teeth that he wasn't wearing at the moment. Sophie considered the explanation and toddled off to find other things to get into.
Later during the visit, someone said "Pop Pop" and a beaming Sophie chimed in, "TEETH IN A CUP!" As if it was a perfectly logical association. Perhaps even his Indian name.
Funny though it was, I would have been extremely embarrassed except for the fact that my grandfather didn't hear her. Alas, in some tribes he is referred to as "HEARING AIDS COLLECTING DUST ON THE DRESSER!"
* Speaking from experience. I was seven and my parents thought it would be funny, which it probably was right up until I realized that the several hours I had put into teaching the rock tricks were a total waste of time. Crying ensued. We got a puppy shortly thereafter.
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