It should be noted, as Lil Diva is also The Tacklerette, she is likely to make appearances on Tuesday posts as well.
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While I was Zumba-ing my booty off, my husband spent quality time with the kiddos.
He put Lil Diva down for a nap.
Then he hauled The Tackler to the store while I attempted to write.
Soon, calls drifted over the baby monitor.
It was happy chatter, so different from the whining crying, “MOM-MEEEEEEEE!” I typically receive.
Her calls unanswered, she still held back her usual screeching, switching tactics.
“Dad-dee POOOOO! Dad-deee POOP! Poop! Dad-dee!”
Resigned I set the laptop aside, wondering if this was a new ploy, but knowing if she spoke the truth, there would be no return to sleep.
I should’ve known Lil Diva would make it a reality.
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It was only the second time we’ve been to “the castle park”, the first before Lil Diva learned to sit up on her own.
The Tackler had forgotten the wonders of The Castle, and immediately disappeared inside, ignoring the playground.
Lil Diva followed.
So did CG and I, carefully maneuvering into the tiny spaces, CG smacking his head on a low clearance.
We escaped at our first chance, leaving the Tackler to his imagination.
Usually, he stays in a bubble, living in his world.
This time he allowed two little girls in.
I caught part of their conversation and moved closer to eavesdrop in.
“It’s summer!” he yelled, feet stomping from the top of the tower down to the ground floor.
“Wake up!” The older girl said to the younger, following my son. “Breakfast time!”
My son mimicked cooking on the stove.
“Okay outside!” he said, ducking beneath the door frame.
They shadowed and clanged the chimes outside.
“Okay, night time!” The Tackler hurried back up the stairs to the tower, as the older girl “tucked in” the younger on the second floor.
“Good night,” she said, following the stairs back to the tower.
All was quiet.
For about five seconds.
“Summer time!” he said again, repeating the routine.
Over and over again.
Lil Diva, curious, climbed up to the second floor.
“She’s the grandma,” The Tackler informed his “wife”.
Lil Diva played “deaf, quirky grandma”, completely ignoring any direction or orders and doing her own thing.
“It’s time to leave, sweetie.”
He pouted a bit, then called to his new friends. “Bye-bye! I have to go to work!”
He walked toward the car as I muffled my giggles.
“What were you playing?”
“I was playing Summertime. I was the daddy.” He proceed to give me a step by step breaking of the pattern written above. “Then I had to go to work.”
I smiled and hugged him. “You’re so good at pretending to be daddy.”
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It should be noted, we do not use euphemisms in referring to genitalia with our children. My son has a fascination with science, especially the body, and using the words “tallywhacker” or “wee-wee” just didn’t seem right.
My husband and I were off playing volleyball, my friend Bobbi kind enough to watch the kiddos.
Afterward I checked Facebook, and found this as her status:
Out-of-left-field quote of the day:
Bobbi: I DO know about the tongue. I study language. I’m a linguist.
Tackler: Yeah, you don’t have a penis. You’re a girl. But I’m a boy and I have a penis.
Bobbi: (hysterical laughter) Um… that’s right…
I about died right there.
Until pride filled me.
At least he didn’t claim girls grew penises anymore.
What has your child said or done this week to make you laugh?