Sunday, January 29, 2012

I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that. Oh no, oh oh oh!

So you know that about me, right? If you went to school with me, if you have worked with me, or if (heaven forbid) you have been pursued romantically by me. You know I don't give up. It's something I get from my dad. And it looks like it'll be something I pass along to my son, too. I just didn't realize he'd be showing signs so soon.

Right now, he's obsessed with anything having to do with transportation, but he particularly loves buses, trucks, trains and boats. But don't get me wrong, the kid loves a stroller, too. Anything that takes people from one place to another. Whenever we hear any kind of sound -- a honk, the roar of an engine outside, a ship -- he points and looks upward. Like, stop, listen, this is very important.

So we've had a lot of jets training nearby, and when he first heard the sound, he stopped and said, "bo." And I gently said, "Buddy, I think that's a plane." And he shook his head, looked me in the eye and said, "bo." And I said, "Actually, you know, I think that's a plane." Head shake. "Bo." And so on.

The first couple of times he did this, I just thought it was so cute and hilarious that I kept it going to see how long he would do it. And, just like the owl trying to see how many licks it took to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop, I was bested. Now I just say it once and say, you know, I think we can agree to disagree for right now. And then I think to myself, shit, this is going to be fun.