‘When the moon meets your eye like a big pizza-pie…
…that’s amore!’
Sam and I were tuckled into my big, plush bed tonight, gazing at the pretty full moon as she peeped now and again from the thick cloud covers…
He loves the way the window is so nice and tall, so we have a perfect view. We’re reading ‘Eragon’, which is a pretty good tale, written by a kid(I think he’s fifteen or so), full of dragons and swords and magic. Somewhat Lord of the Ringsish, but without Tolkein’s mad, magnificence of detail. It’s pretty quick-paced, with very short chapters-perfect for my hyperbunctuous kidlet.
It’s one of my favorite times, snuggling up with him. Sometimes I sing us the smattering of buddhist chants we know. Occasionally he even joins in-he knows them all by heart, but doesn’t often sing himself. It sounds so pretty when he does, I almost hold my breath.
Most often we read a chapter or two and then indulge in rampant silliness. Like the other night, when I catalogued his explosions from the lamest, stupidest explosion ever-bam- to the most super-awesome explosion in the universe(completely unreproducible-it almost took the bed out, posts and all with it’s dramatic sound and fury).
Sometimes he’s so damn sweet and loving and fun it blows me away and really makes up for the other times… Like when he practically mortifracated me to death at my dad’s housewarming by yelling: ‘Is it normal to have THREE toes?’ in the pool, when confronted by his 3 year old cousin’s feet. Gah.
I sort of froze, then said no, then explained that it was normal for her, because she was born that way. But he was so freaked out by it that he wouldn’t even look at her feet.
Luckily she’s a total sweetheart and wasn’t even fazed by his behaviour, but I was pretty livid-which didn’t help matters much.
I s’pose it’s only normal to be afraid. To be honest, it was slightly hard for me to pick up her foot and look closely too. But Sam absolutely would not look. It wasn’t my best parenting moment. I felt pretty awful even tho she didn’t seem hurt in the least.
I told him it wasn’t acceptable, that he could have really hurt her feelings, acting like that… He just insisted that he couldn’t look. He seemed pretty paralysed with fear. I told him that I knew that he could.
They did play together, well…
…really mostly they watched TV together(kind of scarey to see-with Sam glazing over like a zombiechild and her piping up: ‘mom can buy me that’ with every single commercial until her dad’s head exploded). As long as her socks were on, Sam had no problem hanging out with her.
Grah. I guess I need to get that kid out in the world a bit more.