Frustration & Delight

from Conversations with a 3.5 year old.

nurse j; 'please put your shoes on.'

max; 'put my shoes on?'

nurse j; 'yes. the brown shoes.'

max; 'these shoes?'

'no, the brown ones. the ones right in front of you.'

'these ones?'

'no, the other ones.'

'these ones?'

'no.'

'these ones?'

'no"

'these ones?' (as maximus continues to grab EVERY SINGLE PAIR OF SHOES HE OWNS, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE ONES I WANT HIM TO WEAR, WHICH ARE NEAREST TO HIM AND RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM).

there is much internal cursing, nurse j head explodes.

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max; 'where we going?'

nurse j; 'to pick up mama from the dentist.'

max; 'to pick up mama?'

nurse j; 'yes.'

'from the dentist?'

'yes.'

we pick up the action in our story...............2 seconds later.

'we going to pick up mama?'

'yes.'

'from the dentist?'

'yes.'

2 seconds later.

'where's mama?'

cursing, head explodes.

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just writing this down brings back that familiar, when-is-my-head-gonna explode feeling that i had when the conversations first took place. or when many similar conversations like these take place every day. the poor kid just wants to talk and be a part of the action, he just doesn't have the vocabulary to maintain a conversation longer that 15 seconds that doesn't center around Toy Story Free or Cars.

i wonder what an ART line would show my pressure was during those moments.

or this one, which probably happens just often enough to keep my head from ackshually exploding.

max; 'dadda...'

nurse j; 'yes, max.'

max; 'i love you.'

nurse j; 'thank you max, i love you too.'

'dadda, we best friends?'

'yes max, we're best friends.'

'i love you dadda. sing-you are my shunshine. gotta singy song to me, sing shunshine. okay, dadda?'

'okay max. you are my sunshine, my only sunshine............'