The Eight Year Old
I should be more careful when my sons ask for the meaning of certain words, rather than be proud that they are expanding their vocabulary. Yesterday, my eight year old asked me, “What does constipation mean?”
Big word, I thought, forgetting that I was dealing with a boy. So I responded, “It means when your poop gets hard and it doesn’t want to come out. Usually you end up with a tummy ache.”
He raced out of the room and returned with paper and a pen, then started writing furiously. He always writes furiously – still standing and with huge, messy letters.
“What are you writing?”
He failed to hide his grin, “I have to bring a –tion word and what it means to school on Monday.”
“You can’t bring that word in!”
“Yes, I can. It ends with -tion.” And off he ran to put it in his backpack.
The Four Year Old
As we were getting into the car the other day, I said to my four year old, “Come on, Poopie.”
He glared at me. “I am not Poopie. I am diarrhea.”