Today during the drive home from swimming lessons, I caught this magic moment between my two kids in the back seat.
My 4-year-old son--we'll call him Superpower Man, per his request--is looking at his Iron Man sticker book. His 19-month-old sister, who we'll call Pinkie (per my request), is watching him with a wistful expression. (And yes, I am looking at the road. I don't need to see them to know what they are doing, I'm just that good.)
Pinkie: Spidehma! I wan' Spidehma!
Superpower Man (offended): This is NOT Spiderman!
Pinkie: Spidehma!
SP Man: MOM! She's calling my Iron Man book "Spiderman"!
Me: Blah blah blah, she's just a baby, blah BLEH.
Pinkie: Spidehma!
SP Man: HE'S. NOT. SPIDERMAN. Look at him. Does it look like he has a Spiderman head?!
Pinkie: ... Spidehma!
SP Man: UGH.
Me: (To Pinkie) Can you say IRON Man?
Pinkie: (Thinks.) Eye-di-dun.
Me: There, that's better!
SP Man: Mom, she said "Iron DUH."
Me: Blah blah blah, she's just a baby, blah BLEH BLEH.
(A few moments of silence go by, during which Pinkie says "Spidehma" several more times and apparently Superpower Man has turned the page.)
SP Man: See, look. This black guy (as in, dressed in black) is not Spiderman. He's a bad guy.
Pinkie: Bad guy?
SP Man: Super heroes don't have guns like these. This is a super villain!
Pinkie: Spidehma!
(Superpower Man groans.)
Oh I can't wait until my little girl starts talking to her big brother. (Right now she says 'Ma' when she is sad, "Da" when she is happy, and "Ticka Ticka Duh" all other times.) And then I can listen to their very adorable conversations, too...while also driving safely.
ReplyDelete