Upon waking, the beautiful boy child (BBC) announced, “I go pay in my woom.” Shall wonders never cease? A morning to myself?
First things first. Go to the computer to log my temp. Quickly peruse some blogs and check for comments. While making my first (and thus far only comment), a small voice calls from atop the stairs. “Mohhhhhhhhh-meeeeeee, where arrrrrrrre you? You in da kitchin? You in da kitchen, Mommy? You in da offish? You in da offish Mommy?”
“I’m in the office, Honey.”
“You in da offish, Honey?” A little person appears by my side, Star Bellied Sneetch (Star) in one hand, humongous stuffed bull in the other. It appears to be a ‘play with stuffed animals’ morning. He disappears, dragging his friends along.
“Star’s in twuh-bbbble,” announces the small blonde boy, who has reappeared by my side. There is a distinct tone of sympathy in his little boy voice. I follow him to the living room, and sure enough, there is Star, seated in the Time Out Chair. “Star’s in teeeem-oww. He gawt in twuh-bbbble.”
“Oh? What did Star do that was naughty?” Most transgressions Chez Sueeeus involve not listening, disobeying, and the throwing of things. Oh. And playing with faucets and running water. And writing in books that are not coloring books. And tearing pages from books. Especially pop-up books.
“He gawt in twuh-bbbble.”
Poor Star. A few minutes later, a small blonde boy picks up a sock and hurls with all his might, slinging it across the room.
“Why did you throw your sock?”
“Becuzz.”
“Because why?”
“Becuzz.”
“Because is not an answer. It’s the beginning of an answer.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s the way language works.” I could see I was beginning to lose ground.
“Why?”
“Because.” Defeated. By a two-and-two-thirds-year-old.
