I've been hearing Malia play "marriage" games with her dolls. She's got the King and Queen standing next to each other, along side a Princess and Prince Charming, and she tells me they are getting married.
What the...??!! She's not even three yet!!
I can only assume she's getting this from preschool since the stuff she watches on TV doesn't cover marriage (Dora, The Wonder Pets, Diego). It's a little weird hearing the M-word coming from her mouth. And when you see that she kind of gets the concept (pairing the King and Queen with each other) it takes the weirdness to a new level.
Today we read The Little Mermaid (again) for naptime. It was the longer version of TLM so we ended the story with the wedding scene.
Malia: "Why is the Little Mermaid on the boat and not with her Daddy in the water?"
hmmm... I can kind of see where this line of questioning is taking me. I need to tread cautiously.
Me: "Because she turned into a human now and she needs to live on land."
Malia: "Is she marrying Prince Eric?"
Me: "Yesss.... she is."
My spidey-sense is on alert. My instincts are honed after years of fielding Kael's questions. It tells me now that something is coming up.
Malia: "Where is she going to live?"
Oh-oh. Yellow alert! Yellow alert!
Me (very slowly): "She's going to live in the castle."
Notice how I answer her question but not really answer her question?
Malia (very tenaciously): "Is she going to live with Prince Eric?"
OH! And there's the zinger.
Me: "Yes. She's marrying Prince Eric so she's going to live with him in the castle."
She's not even three. I so not want this conversation with her.
Malia (with a very perplexed look on her face): "Why isn't she living with her Daddy? Why is she living with Eric? Why can't they live with Ariel's Daddy? Ariel's Daddy looks sad."
Ugh. How do I explain marriage and moving out and starting a family to a three year old? As far as I'm concerned, she's not dating until she's in college! I kind of miss the "All boys are bad" phase.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Privates
I had a conversation with some moms awhile back and we were discussing private parts. As in what do we call them as our older kids were getting into that age where they were asking about them. It was voted that we should call them by their real names as opposed to "pee-pee" and "boobies" to give them a sense of respect as opposed to something to giggle at.
So Kael knows that he was a penis and, well, Malia knows that she has a.... I stutter to say it... a vagina. However, in her cute 2 year old fashion, she calls it her "bagina." Alternatively, I also call it "her privates" because hearing her shout "I HAVE A BAGINA!" at the top of her lungs makes me want to laugh (at home) and cringe (in public).
I also started telling Kael that his privates are private and no one should touch them. If he has to touch them, then he does it in privacy, like his room. That's why they are called "privates." While the car is considered private for nose-picking purposes, it's not privates touching private. Since Malia is always with Kael, she got the lesson too. And she takes it to heart. Whenever she's naked, she makes it a point to tell me: "Momma, that's my bagina. It's private. No one can touch it."
Good girl. For whatever reason, she loves saying that. I am waiting for her to bust that out in the bathroom at school when they do group pottytime.
Today, we were at Target. Just me, Malia and Taede. Going down the baby aisle. Passing an older man. Just as we approach him, getting in hearing range, Malia says: "Momma, I have a bagina. I love my bagina! It's private! Only I can touch my bagina! I love my bagina!"
Holy cow. You can bet the farm I picked up the pace and starting hauling that shopping down the aisle pretty fast.
So Kael knows that he was a penis and, well, Malia knows that she has a.... I stutter to say it... a vagina. However, in her cute 2 year old fashion, she calls it her "bagina." Alternatively, I also call it "her privates" because hearing her shout "I HAVE A BAGINA!" at the top of her lungs makes me want to laugh (at home) and cringe (in public).
I also started telling Kael that his privates are private and no one should touch them. If he has to touch them, then he does it in privacy, like his room. That's why they are called "privates." While the car is considered private for nose-picking purposes, it's not privates touching private. Since Malia is always with Kael, she got the lesson too. And she takes it to heart. Whenever she's naked, she makes it a point to tell me: "Momma, that's my bagina. It's private. No one can touch it."
Good girl. For whatever reason, she loves saying that. I am waiting for her to bust that out in the bathroom at school when they do group pottytime.
Today, we were at Target. Just me, Malia and Taede. Going down the baby aisle. Passing an older man. Just as we approach him, getting in hearing range, Malia says: "Momma, I have a bagina. I love my bagina! It's private! Only I can touch my bagina! I love my bagina!"
Holy cow. You can bet the farm I picked up the pace and starting hauling that shopping down the aisle pretty fast.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Class presentations
When Thien and Maureen were here visiting, I convinced them to put on a mini-presentation for Kael's class as part of April's Community Helper month.
Maureen just finished medical school so she did bit on accident safety. She brought along some tools for the kids to play with: a rubber reflex hammer, a stethoscope, the ear and eye light thing, and some other medical related stuff that I'm not going to try and remember what they are called.
She explained to the kids what a reflex was using the hammer. The example she used was when you touch something hot, you automatically pulled away. That's a reflex. Then she pulled that into accident safety by asking what other things should you do to do to keep safe?
I think that was how it went -- I was a little distracted with helping Thien prepare for his presentation.
Anyway, the kids said things like don't touch a hot pot. Don't touch fire. All good stuff. Then it started to veer a little off course: don't touch volcanoes. And my favorite: don't touch hot lava. And from there kids started yelling about how touching volcanoes would be really bad and hot lava would be the worst.
It was hilarious.
Maureen then moved onto the next tool: the ear and eye light thing. She explained how doctors used this tool to see into your head to make sure everything was working OK. And what should you do to protect your head?
The unanimous answer: Don't stick it in hot lava.
I about peed in my pants -- it was so funny. The answer Maureen was looking for was: Wear a helmet. But not sticking your head in hot lava definitely ranks up there on the safety scale.
Thien did a presentation as a biologist. He brought in a couple of bugs: the Borneo Thorny Stick Insect. The kids were allowed to hold them and he talked about what they were, where they came from, what they ate. Most of the kids were pretty daring and actually let the bugs walk on them. We left 2 bugs in the classroom as the class pets; the kids named them Thorny and Rosey.
Maureen talking about not sticking your head in hot lava.
Ethan making sure his friends haven't stuck their heads in hot lava.
Thien talking to the class about what a biologist is and does.
Miss Romo sitting next to the new class pets.
Kael helping his uncle with the bugs.
Kael was pretty quiet during the presentation. I think he was embarrassed his family was there.
Maureen just finished medical school so she did bit on accident safety. She brought along some tools for the kids to play with: a rubber reflex hammer, a stethoscope, the ear and eye light thing, and some other medical related stuff that I'm not going to try and remember what they are called.
She explained to the kids what a reflex was using the hammer. The example she used was when you touch something hot, you automatically pulled away. That's a reflex. Then she pulled that into accident safety by asking what other things should you do to do to keep safe?
I think that was how it went -- I was a little distracted with helping Thien prepare for his presentation.
Anyway, the kids said things like don't touch a hot pot. Don't touch fire. All good stuff. Then it started to veer a little off course: don't touch volcanoes. And my favorite: don't touch hot lava. And from there kids started yelling about how touching volcanoes would be really bad and hot lava would be the worst.
It was hilarious.
Maureen then moved onto the next tool: the ear and eye light thing. She explained how doctors used this tool to see into your head to make sure everything was working OK. And what should you do to protect your head?
The unanimous answer: Don't stick it in hot lava.
I about peed in my pants -- it was so funny. The answer Maureen was looking for was: Wear a helmet. But not sticking your head in hot lava definitely ranks up there on the safety scale.
Thien did a presentation as a biologist. He brought in a couple of bugs: the Borneo Thorny Stick Insect. The kids were allowed to hold them and he talked about what they were, where they came from, what they ate. Most of the kids were pretty daring and actually let the bugs walk on them. We left 2 bugs in the classroom as the class pets; the kids named them Thorny and Rosey.
Maureen talking about not sticking your head in hot lava.
Ethan making sure his friends haven't stuck their heads in hot lava.
Thien talking to the class about what a biologist is and does.
Miss Romo sitting next to the new class pets.
Kael helping his uncle with the bugs.
Kael was pretty quiet during the presentation. I think he was embarrassed his family was there.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Mr. T put to shame
We went to dinner at Ruby's Diner and Malia blinged herself out.
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