It’s almost summer and most of the time my little guy and I are outside, at the pool, or at the park. But running around outside all day is fairly exhausting to me, so we usually need some down time in the late afternoon.
The other day we turned on WordWorld, a wonderful show that teaches children how to read, plus it’s pretty clever and cute.
So we’re watching it, leaning back on our couch and it occurred to me that the dog on WordWorld is the only animal that can’t talk; the duck can talk, the bear, even the frog and the ant can talk. An insect can talk but not the poor dog?
And then I thought, ‘Dogs can never talk on cartoons, they are everybody’s, even other animals’ pets… Why is that?’
Oswald the Octopus has a pet dog that can’t talk… His friend Daisy can talk and she’s a PLANT! And I’m not even acknowledging the fact that Oswald lives on land and not in the sea.
Pluto is another dog that can’t talk… and his owner is a mouse, granted, a very famous mouse, but still, just a mouse. Poor Pluto, he is also the only cartoon dog to be subjected to being in the same cartoon with the only dog in cartoon land that can talk and wears clothes- GOOFY! How must Pluto feel? Why isn’t Goofy a pet?
The inconsistencies in cartoons are maddening; Maybe not maddening, but definitely annoying.
And speaking of parents, where are Max and Ruby’s parents? No wonder Ruby gets so annoyed with Max, she’s basically raising him by herself… and I think she’s supposed to be about 8!
And while we are on the subject, Madam Butterfly (on Oswald the Octopus) is the only main character on that show that has a job, AND SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER. She’s always in a good mood too. She has a kind word for anybody and everybody…
Maybe cartoons are more accurate than I first thought.
Or maybe I need a hobby…
The Tooth Fairy.
Yes, the tooth fairy is up there with Santa… at least in our house.
My son recently lost his first tooth- and he’s OVER THE MOON ABOUT IT!
There is even a ‘tooth chart’ in his classroom. You get on the chart when,
you guessed it, you lose a tooth.
But what are the rules of the tooth fairy? Lots of kids we know have gotten presents from the tooth fairy; a quarter doesn’t cut it anymore.
So when the tooth fairy visited our house, he or she left 6 dollars (because my son is 6) and a whiffle ball and bat. The tooth fairy also wanted me to tell my son that the 6 dollars was a one-time-thing, for his FIRST tooth. He/She will be leaving a dollar from now on.
A fellow mom friend explained to my son and hers why different kids get different things from the tooth fairy:
“I think there are lots of tooth fairies and there are boy tooth fairies too. I think there is at least a few per zip code. I mean, there are lots of kids out there.”
And my son nodded in agreement like, ‘of course, that’s why kids get different presents from the tooth fairy… because they are different fairies, and some like to give dollars and some give whiffle bats and balls and some wrap their presents and some do not!’
And so, in my son’s mind, there are lots of fairies all around, watching for ‘falling teeth’ and ready to work, when we go to bed.
That’s not a bad place to be.
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I didn’t mean to be, but I am…
A few weeks ago my son and I read a book before bed about St.Patrick’s Day, and he asked me,
“Mom, are Leprechauns Real?”
My answer, “No sweetheart, they’re not real, they’re pretend.” And he was fine with that and I didn’t think another thing about it. He wasn’t upset or anything. And I didn’t think I was violating any ‘unwritten rules’ of childhood…
So last week a project sheet was sent home in his backpack announcing that all the kindergartners were to make
at home, and bring them in on St. Patrick’s Day… to try and catch a… Yep, a Leprechaun.
My son and husband have been working on a ‘Trap’ for a few days now. It’s sitting on our Dining Room table.
Now here’s the clincher: I haven’t ruined anything for my son by telling him leprechauns are just pretend because…
wait for it…
His teacher told the class they are real… so my son thinks I’m just misinformed… wrong even.
My son totally thinks Leprechauns are real…
Whew! Thank God for 6-year-olds’ suspension-of-disbelief!
But, just a question: Where is it written that leprechauns qualify for the
‘Yes, they’re real, sweetheart, always BELIEVE’ category…
I wish there was a book.
under my feature,
Today I share an actual quote my 6-year-old son uttered,
“You can say Whatever You Want,
But it Has To Start with Y.”
Well, nobody has ever accused him of being dumb.
I wish that actually worked!
I love the mind of a 6-year-old
Back to your day… enjoy and have a good one!