Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A Conversation with My 5-Year-Old
MY SON: Is the house plugged, daddy?
ME: Huh?
MY SON: Can we play with the train? Is the house plugged?
ME: We can play with the train. What do you mean, “Is the house plugged?”
MY SON: The wires. Remember the towers?
ME: What wires? What towers?
MY SON: Dad, come on.
ME: Come on what, son? What wires? What towers? What are you talking about?
MY SON: I’m talking about the trains. Can we play with the trains?
ME: I said yes. We can play with the trains.
MY SON: Is the house plugged?
ME: Plugged?
MY SON: The towers.
ME: I’m gonna set up the train and turn them on.
MY SON: But, daddy, do you have batteries?
ME: The train doesn’t take batteries, son. It’s electric.
MY SON: That’s what I’m talking about, Dad.
ME: What are you talking about?
MY SON: Powder?
ME: What powder? Powder for what?
MY SON: For the tracks. Do we need it for the tracks?
ME: What for the tracks?
MY SON: Powder for the tracks.
ME: When have we ever put powder on the tracks?
MY SON: No, for the tracks.
ME: That’s what I said.
MY SON: What are you talking about, Dad?
ME: What are you talking about, son?
MY SON: What do you mean?
ME: What do I mean? What do you mean? What are you talking about with the house being plugged, towers and powder on train tracks? I don’t get what you mean.
MY SON: You’re mean.
ME: Huh?
MY SON: You’re mean, Dad.
ME: I’m mean? What do you mean I’m mean? Why am I mean? You know what, you’re mean. You’re rude. You don’t tell Daddy he’s mean. Go take a time out.
MY SON: Is the house plugged? Or is it still have to be plugged?
ME: Huh?
MY SON: It’s dark. How can I see in my room? Is the house plugged? Are they plugged into the towers?
ME: Are you talking about the electrical lines outside near the Christmas tree lot?
MY SON: Huh?
ME: The electrical lines. I’m talking about the electrical lines near the Christmas tree lot. Is that what you’re talking about?
MY SON: What are you talking about, Dad? It’s Christmas?
ME: No, it’s not Christmas. I’m not talking about Christmas. I’m talking about . . .
MY SON: What are you talking about, Dad?
ME: The electrical lines. I’m talking about the power lines. Remember we used to drive by the power lines on the way to your pre-school? Right near the Christmas tree lot?
MY SON: We’re going to the Christmas tree lot?
ME: No. Forget the Christmas tree lot. I’m talking about the electrical lines -- the power lines on those towers near the Christmas tree lot. Remember when you were little I used to tell you that the wires on those towers were the plugs for our house that give our light sockets the power to turn on the train?
MY SON: That’s what I’m talking about, Dad.
-November 2008
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Greetings, Michael. I've been reading your column in The Signal for awhile, and noticed that you have a blog. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoy your writings.
Keep up the good work, and Happy New Year1
A Musician by Grace
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