Tell Me What You See

Our kid remembers everything. 90% of every thing he says begins with “Like when…” or “Remember when…” – and you know we never do remember what he is talking about because its like ages ago or some teeny detail of the event.

Lately he’s been waking up to recount to us the details of his nightmare the night before. Usually his friend Ben from church is in it and the two of them are hiding from bad guys or bugs or something. Two night ago it was all about them playing in his room and they saw a spider by the door and Ben asked “Is that a spider?” and then they heard it say, “Who said that?” followed by an evil little laugh. When Ethan went to touch the thing by the door who is talking back to them and laughing, it turned into an EVIL HAMSTER. Ethan described the short fur for like 5 minutes before concluding that the hamster turned out to be friendly eventually. And this ten minute story has been shared with almost every friend and stranger he has seen in the last two days.

Oh, but his memory and imagination makes for such great entertainment — even though his story telling lacks articulation and PERIODS so its a bit like listening to the run on sentences of a 4 year old Ben Stein. While he goes on, I tell myself, “Wait for it… wait for it…” and, in the event that I do, I usually enjoy myself with a little chuckle at his expense. It’s just darn funny.

Today we are sitting outside and he draws me a quick little doodle. Here is the picture and the dialogue that follows:

Ethan: Look mama!

Me: Cool, baby. What is it?

Ethan: It’s just a picture of what dada’s hand looked like when he had to reach into the toilet with my pee in it to get the tooth floss that fell in.

Classic!