I have been staring at the blank page for an hour now, so I think it’s time to give up and just start typing.
H is growing a beard. I prefer no facial hair to facial hair, but I support him in growing a beard because I would be pissed if he tried to tell me what to do with my hair or eyebrows or whatever. My only rule is no goatee. I am not a big goatee fan (though if your partner or friend has a goatee I’m sure it’s nice), and H’s brother has a goatee. I do not want H to look like his brother. That would be creepy.
H, his beard, and B came to visit me at work today because H had the day off. I was so excited all morning, which is ridiculous because I see H and B every single day. But I showed B off around the office, and he got to use a stapler (with assistance) for the first time. I know- definitely an experience to commemorate in the baby book. We had lunch, and B loved standing in the skyway above the street while cars drove underneath us.
My assistant let B play with some tiny stuffed animals on her desk. One was a puppy, but B was convinced it was a cat. B said, “Kitty cat!” I said, “No, puppy.” B said, “No, Mommy. Kitty cat.” I said, “No, it’s a puppy.” B said, “No. Kitty cat, Mommy. Meow.” I said, “Ok, it’s a kitty cat.” H wanted to keep arguing with B. I don’t see the point. It’s not like he’ll be 13 and still think long-haired dogs are cats. We had a similar situation a few weeks ago when B got a kid’s cup at a restaurant that had a deer on it. B thought it was a camel, so I just went with it. H thought I should have corrected B, but I thought it was cute. I also wonder if B would think Bambi is a camel. But anyway, B will figure it out eventually, and he won’t be convinced he’s wrong, so what’s the point.
Camel!
When I was a kid, my dad switched all the animal stickers on the see-n-say. As a result, I’d get to a picture of a cow, and it would say “The PIG says: oink oink oink!” My dad still gets a good belly-laugh out of it, and I seem to have had normal mental development, so… I say, let him go on with the kitty-cats and camels!
We have that same issue on whether or not to correct. We tend to over teach. Just now B asked why his ears hurt on planes and hubs explained pressurized cabins to him. He’s four. I’m pretty sure we could have dealt with that better c
I’m totally with you: I’ll correct once or twice, but if they insist I just go with it.
I usually go with passive correction after the first couple of tries: “Oh…Well, it looked like a dog to me.” Just think, if he asks to get a cat, you could also get a long haired dog and he would be just as happy.
Yeah, what’s the point of arguing? It would be funny if B thought Bambi was a camel, though. You have to watch out for those hunters in the desert.
You watch. You’ve just completely screwed up B’s career as a future vet.