Good Night Spoon
So I am putting L to bed tonight and we are almost done reading ‘Maisy drives the bus’. This book is one of L’s faves. The other favorite book involves a picture of a policewoman who L calls “Grandpa”, but I digress. As we are almost done with the 2nd reading of this book, L says “Momma (b/c he is now a southern boy, apparently), where it is ?(which makes me laugh and cringe every time) I stopped and said ‘what? what are you looking for? “Momma, the ‘poon….where it is?” I kept reading b/c my method is to ignore the crazy talk he shares with me. Kidding…but I kept reading.. and L says….’oh, here it is!! My ‘poon, Momma….here it is!’ And he proceeds to show me a toddler spoon, from the depths of his covers. First of all, it must have only recently traveled up the stairs to his room b/c I DO MAKE HIS BED (some days). Second, what would possess a kid to think a spoon would be comforting for bed. Third, I made a quick scan to make sure there wasn’t a random box of cereal somewhere…there wasn’t.
A spoon..another reason my kid is crazy and funny and totally Luca.
My other L story involves his uncanny ability to assume that every person in uniform is his Uncle Ryan or Grandpa (see above story). During the crazy weather we had here in KC last week…lightening hit a house across and up the street from us. Sirens came from all directions and well, L and I had to go investigate. M could have cared less. Lots of fire trucks and people around watching this attic fire (totally helps to know a fire fighter, btw…he gave me some details Channel 4 couldn’t). As the firemen are rolling the hose when the fire was out, L is screaming through the glass front door, ‘Hi Uncle Ry….hi ry!!!’ He looks up at me and says ‘why he no say hi?’ I responded ‘b/c your Uncle Ryan is a jerk’. Kidding… I think I shrugged, bc/ I was laughing on the inside. He continued to scream at this poor fireman doing his job but to no avail. The glass on my front door is apparently scream proof. L was so bummed and confused. I texted Ry and told him what happened…and he told meto lie to my kid to ‘save his rep’. See? Jerky. 🙂 kidding…. I did just that. L said ‘huh?’….but I tried.
Finally, as they drove away….one of the ‘Uncle Ryans’ waved at L. And L laughed and jumped and yelled ‘hi ry!’. And all was right with the world.