It's like living with a short little politician
April 06, 2005
I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The boys were downstairs, watching TV. Suddenly an argument broke out, much like the snarling, snapping outbursts that occur randomly in a pack of wild dogs. I heard scuffling, then the shriek of an outraged Max.
“YOU HIT ME! I’M TELLING MAMA!”
More scuffling. I heard Raphael’s footsteps break away and thud up the stairs. He was clearly planning to head Max off at the pass and tell me his version of the story first. Max, on the other hand, was happy to have Raphi out of his line of vision, and fell back into watching TV.
In seconds, Raphi came skidding into the kitchen and ran over to me. He looked up at me earnestly, working to formulate his case. As he assembled the words in his head, it dawned upon him that Max hadn’t followed him up the stairs. He paused and glanced over his shoulder to be sure he wasn’t followed.
“What is it, Raphael?” I asked. He thought for a moment then, satisfied that he was not going to be ratted out by Max, broke into a beatific smile.
“I LOVE YOU, MAMA.”
“You came up here to tell me you love me?”
“Yes." He sighed with utter contentment. "You are my mother.”
And he hugged my leg, planted a kiss on my hip, and wandered off.
That kid's going to cut a swathe through the laydees when he gets older :)
Posted by: Kitty | April 07, 2005 at 05:41 AM
*snicker* Once, leaving a barbeque place, Haydn patted a man on the leg and told him hello. The man shook Haydn's little hand and laughed. I told him Haydn is my little politician.
Posted by: Heather | April 07, 2005 at 09:35 AM
Smart boy. When my son wanted something, he's start with "Mother Honey,"
Posted by: cassie-b | April 07, 2005 at 04:12 PM
Oh my. *wiping tears*
Posted by: Mir | April 07, 2005 at 06:27 PM
i think i'd love all your kids, but raphi has got my heart. your phonetic renditions of his words always sound so clear in my head! blessings
Posted by: chris | April 10, 2005 at 04:46 PM