Gavin is fascinated by the stove. Sometimes it's hot, sometimes it's not hot. You can put things on it, you can put things in it. And most important...the thing that makes it truly mystical....only a grownup can work with the stove.
Me: Gavin, what will you be when you grow up?
Gavin: Whence I get big I will be 'lowed to work wiv da tove!
NOT I want to be a fireman.
NOT I want to be a policeman.
NOT I want to drive a race car.
...or any of the things you might think Gavin Kelly might like to do for a living. No, he wants to work with the stove. Because that will mean he is a man.
This morning as I was getting the kids ready for the day, I put Gavin's clothes on the (cool) stovetop to free up my hands to put Summer in her highchair.
Gavin (frowning and very serious): Mom! You can't put my pants on da tove! Dey will burn!
This gives me an idea...
I grab a frying pan, toss Gavin's pants in and start stirring them around witha big spoon.
Gavin looks on in amazement, not reall sure if I'm kidding or if I'm really cooking up his pants. I pretend to add salt. Gavin frowns hard. I pretend to add pepper. Gavin giggles nervously, again not sure if this is for real. I get out a plate, slide the pants onto the plate and hand the plate to Gavin. He just stands there for a couple fo beats and then tentatively puts his hands out to accept the plate.
Gavin (very very serious): Ummm.....
Me: Here ya go kiddo! Fried pants! You want maple syrop on that?
Gavin: Ummmmm......are dey hot?
Me: No, not hot. Just right. Here you go.
Gavin accepts the plate. He stares at it for a second, unsure.
Gavin: Do I eat dem?
I couldn't help it. I laughed. The mind of a three year old, eh? So when I laughed he got that I was kidding and he laughed too. A very "aww....ya got me!" kind of laugh.
Wonder what we'll make on da tove tomorrow.....
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