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.
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.