Barefoot At My Neighbor’s House

Yesterday I highlighted something Laina said that struck me in the moment she said it and I immediately wrote it down. I need to do that more often. Kid language is my favorite.

When it makes sense.

Unlike the conversation I had with Kainoa today where I just stood there staring at him, calmly answering his ridiculous questions while feeling a little bit like I just want to run barefoot to the neighbors for asylum until his interrogation ends:

Kainoa: Mom will my birthday, July 9th, always be on Thursday?

Me: No, sometimes it will be on other days.

Kainoa: Noooo, I mean will my birthday, July 9th, always be on THURSDAY?

Me: Ummm…no. Your birthday…July 9th…will not always be on a Thursday. No.

Kainoa: UGH! MOM!?!? Nooooo, will my BIRTHDAY from July NINTH always be on THURSDAY!?!?!?!?!? Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, THURSDAY!?!?!!?!?

*Insert me staring at him blankly wondering what exactly I’m missing here because it’s clearly UPSETTING him*

Me: Ahem. Son, your birthday will be on other days too…Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, AND Thursday. Your birthday, July 9th, won’t always be on Thursday. It will take turns being on all the days.

Kainoa: Ohhhhhhhhhh

Oh NOW he gets it. Not the first or second time, but the third time of me saying the exact same thing, NOW he gets it. And for the record, he’s six. He’s only had a birthday on a Thursday once in his life. He was four.

If you need me, I’ll be barefoot at my neighbor’s house seeking asylum.

my boy2


  1. says

    Sometimes my kids drive me batty when they just don’t seem to get what I am saying, even when I try to explain it. :/

  2. Donnamay says

    Hahahaha. Gotta love kiddos. Every kid’s brain is wired in such unique ways – wish they came with a schematic or an instruction manual! My daughter was in preschool (age 4) and if you asked her “what color is this?”, she couldn’t tell you. But if you asked her to “point to blue” on a page, she could. argggggh!

  3. says

    I’ve decided that kids’ questions are designed to make us crazy. They really know the answers and are just seeing how far they can push us before we break.

  4. says

    My kids still do this. At 10 and 12. It’s soooo annoying. It’s because they don’t really listen.

    My husband and I have the same types of conversations. Then it’s his turn to be annoyed. It’s because I don’t really listen.

    Barefoot asylum sounds about right.