There They Are
On Monday night, while I was at rehearsal, Boy hit his chin on the edge of a bookshelf and had to go to Urgent Care. He was running at full speed across the playroom (as is his habit) when he tripped. His wound was (Mother told me) almost as wide as it was long, and he had to get 9 stitches. The doctor said Boy was the best patient he'd ever had, but Mother came home concerned. "He was so blank," she said, "just completely compliant, as if he wasn't even there."
When Boy knocked on my door the next morning, he told me first thing that he had hurt his chin and had had to go to the doctor.
"Did it hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said. "But I was wheely, wheely bwave."
During breakfast it seemed Boy was still in shock. He sat there eating his eggs and didn't once encourage Girl to make a bad decision. As much as meals with Boy and Girl are sometimes unpleasant due to tears of frustration (by Girl; WHY AM I LOCKED IN THIS CHAIR), throwing food on the ground, pulling of Girl's hair (by Boy), and constant negotiation to get Boy to eat food that is truly delicious (Father is a very good cook), I love eating with them, noise and tears and all, and the quiet was unwelcome. I kept watching Boy, worried he would never again run at full speed across the playroom.
Later that morning, while changing my clothes, I heard Boy singing while he brushed his teeth. I opened my bedroom door to find him standing in the bathroom door frame (the closest he could get to being out of the bathroom while still being in it) tunefully shouting
"PENIS, PENIS, THERE THEY ARE!
PENIS, PENIS, THERE THEY ARE!"
I never heard such beautiful words in my life.
When Boy knocked on my door the next morning, he told me first thing that he had hurt his chin and had had to go to the doctor.
"Did it hurt?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said. "But I was wheely, wheely bwave."
During breakfast it seemed Boy was still in shock. He sat there eating his eggs and didn't once encourage Girl to make a bad decision. As much as meals with Boy and Girl are sometimes unpleasant due to tears of frustration (by Girl; WHY AM I LOCKED IN THIS CHAIR), throwing food on the ground, pulling of Girl's hair (by Boy), and constant negotiation to get Boy to eat food that is truly delicious (Father is a very good cook), I love eating with them, noise and tears and all, and the quiet was unwelcome. I kept watching Boy, worried he would never again run at full speed across the playroom.
Later that morning, while changing my clothes, I heard Boy singing while he brushed his teeth. I opened my bedroom door to find him standing in the bathroom door frame (the closest he could get to being out of the bathroom while still being in it) tunefully shouting
"PENIS, PENIS, THERE THEY ARE!
PENIS, PENIS, THERE THEY ARE!"
I never heard such beautiful words in my life.
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