There are no secrets with two-year-olds
Tuesday evening I went out to work. When I returned, all the boys were tucked into bed. A shopping bag in the hallway indicated to me that Iain left the house after 6 p.m. (wha?) with both boys (hrm?) to go to Target (shuh?) in my absence (!). Such an event was monumental; a first-time occurrence with a magnitude that would register on the Richter. He left the house, alone, with both children, after dinner. Huge. And yet I didn’t think to question it; we musta really needed diapers, I figured.
Well, the reason was crystal clear the next morning. Promptly at 7:01 a.m. I was jolted awake by Owen, who was still pink-cheeked and raspy and half-asleep, standing by my bedside in his pajamas. He gave the following monologue (without his usual antemeridian preamble, which generally consists of “I want cereal. And Finding Nemo.”)
“We went to Target with me and Daddy and Cormac and we bought a black-yoom and some diapers and strawberry fruit snacks and Daddy said the black-yoom was for you. And we bought the card and I signed it, and I wrote Owen on it. Oh-dub-you-eee-en and Cormac, he couldn’t write on it. He’s just a baby. It’s OK. But we bought you a black-yoom for you, but … it’s a supplize. I’m not telling you. I’m not! It’s hiding. Wanna go find it? Let’s go find it. It’s hiding. We should get it. OK! Come on! It’s going to be a supplize. It’s going to be someone’s happy birthday and there will be a cake and presents for me. And … c’mon! Wake up, Mom! Let’s go get the black-yoom and that can be for you. And a cake. I loooove cake. Are you awake, Mom?”
I just had to laugh. It’s like Telephone, conversing with your almost-preschooler. I can just about figure out exactly what Iain must have said to him. And I bet the first and last things were “DON’T TELL MOMMY.”
My birthday isn’t until next week, but I think the real gift was Owen’s near-manic excitement at having a very important secret to keep, and that the first person he wanted to share that excitement with was me.
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Priceless. Hope you enjoy your black-yoom
I just hope for your hubby’s sake he bought something else as well, cause I know what would happen to mine if he just bought me an appliance for my birthday! He would be sporting the evidence for the world to see!
aw! aw, MB.
Oh, I laughed so hard. What a great story! The perfect present.
I know, Carrie! I laughed the entire time he was telling it to me.
Heh. Don’t worry, Kelley. A.) a dustbuster is actually on my wishlist (that’s how I know i am an old lady) and B.) There is another, non-cleaning-related gift coming. No punching required!
JG, yes. He is nonstop “aww.” I am a lucky woman.
Hehe, so awesome. I’ve already ruined a similar thing here by going and buying my birthday gift already (I had to, it was on sale).
Omg! How adorable! So sweet. Yes, I agree…he was the true gift.
Shmoo and I bought a gift for Daddy Sept. 4 and I expected a similar unkept surprise … but boy child seemed to forget all about it. What a sweetie that Owen is!
You need to submit this somewhere, as is, for publication. What a great story MB!
oh my god i am a master babysitter, not a mother, so i know about these things and you put it in such perfect words@!!! amazing… this made my day
ps if you ever need a sitter i’m usually free! you can ask heathervonm… i babysit sage and zander i’m here to help!
best thing i’ve read today.
ps- 28 is not old. 28.5 is. you made me feel old just reading your sidebar.
Thank you, everybody! I tell you what, every day with Owen is a new and exciting adventure. Some times that adventure gives me a headache, but it’s always entertaining.
I get goosebumps when I think of Mac being ambulatory and growing a vocabulary, too. Hooo, boy. Two of them. Whoa.
p.s. 28.5 is the new 19.
p.p.s. Also. Wordpress is not notifying me of new comments AGAIN, so I have to stalk my own site to see if people have stopped by. So I’m not able to reply to things in the manner in which I am accostumed. Drrr. My retroactive apologies.
p.p.p.s. not ‘accostumed,’ but ‘accustomed.’ *whack*
Hope you have your comments back and you don’t have to search for this… but Happy Birthday today!
My little one is just 4 months old and I am so excited for conversations like this.
my love for owen just grows and grows, and, um, way belated happy birthday!