A Conversation VII:
Dylan's pediatrician tells all of the parents that using real words to describe parts of the body is the right thing to do. We are very open and honest with Dylan, hoping that it makes for less confusing and/or damaging serious talks later on. Example: the good touch/bad touch talk. So, I ignored the advice this week:
Dylan: Mama, I want to be a baby.
Sarah: Why would you want to be a baby again, Dylan? They poop in their diapers and eat mashed up food. (Two things he hates, thinking it would discourage him)
Dylan: No, like a very small baby. Like in your belly.
Sarah: Why do you want to be in my belly, Dylan?
Dylan: Well, I want to look around and see your bones and stuff.
Sarah: Dylan, honey, babies don't open their eyes in their mama's bellies. (I know, I know...Looking back, I should have stopped talking and said how interesting that was.)
Dylan: Why not?
Sarah: Because they don't want to get food in their eyes. Hurry up and finish your Rice Krispies before they get soggy.
I could have posted the picture that he drew of himself handing me a pink flower under the sun, but I thought this one was more interesting for today.
Dylan: Mama, I want to be a baby.
Sarah: Why would you want to be a baby again, Dylan? They poop in their diapers and eat mashed up food. (Two things he hates, thinking it would discourage him)
Dylan: No, like a very small baby. Like in your belly.
Sarah: Why do you want to be in my belly, Dylan?
Dylan: Well, I want to look around and see your bones and stuff.
Sarah: Dylan, honey, babies don't open their eyes in their mama's bellies. (I know, I know...Looking back, I should have stopped talking and said how interesting that was.)
Dylan: Why not?
Sarah: Because they don't want to get food in their eyes. Hurry up and finish your Rice Krispies before they get soggy.
I could have posted the picture that he drew of himself handing me a pink flower under the sun, but I thought this one was more interesting for today.
Labels: Conversations, Dylan-ated, Questionable Choices
posted by Sarah at
Friday, September 22, 2006
4 Comments:
Dylan's drawing looks remarkably like me in the morning.
I want to be one of your kids. Truly.
Jock, maybe you should try cucumbers on your eyes. I've seen it in movies. Not to sure of the effect they have, but I think you have a real issue on your hands.
Sarah, how do you know that's NOT a picture of you?
Truthfully, I'm not fully convinced it's NOT me.
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