Booby Booby Booby Boo...Uh I Meant breasts
My eight year old is brilliant. Maybe that's going a bit too far. The point is, he knows things. He reaads a lot of books, knows how to use big words, and does well in school. But did you know that he can look you straight in the eye, and every single word that comes out of his mouth is pure bullshit.
Today in carpool, he went through one story after another. My wife, driving carpool, was blown away by his unflinching straight-voiced tales. His friend believed every single word.
Personally, I take pride in that kind of skill. It just goes to show you that children learn from their parents, especially the skills parents never intend to give to their children.
We did talk about the difference between making up BS stories and lying. Lying, in case you were wondering, is when you say you didn't have the cookie when you had it. What he's doing is just telling stories. Its a fine line, but like I said, he's really smart, and he should be able to make a distinction between the two.
Later that evening, we talked about his impending shower. For a bright kid, sometimes he needs to be reminded that a shower is more than just fifteen minutes playing with yourself in the water. We talked about all the body parts he would have to wash. Everything was going fine. Then I said nipples. Then he pointed to his nipples, and said something about washing his boobs (or did he say booby, not that it matters). I wanted to laugh, but instead I told him that those weren't boobs, they were just nipples, and only girls have boobs.
Then i walk into my room, where my wife has been sick in bed for the past few days, and I burst out laughing. I tell her what the boy said, and she immediately calls him into our room.
"Where did you learn that word?" she asks him. "From daddy" he says. Busted again.
She explained to him that they were called breasts, not boobys.
Just as a side point, this afternoon he was playing hockey on the street with some of the kids in the neighborhood. The kids who go to the "frum" school. Yeshiva Beth Yehudah. When I went outside to get something from my car, guess which kids were yelling shit everytime they lost the puck. Here's a hint. It wasn't the Yeshivat Akiva kids.
Today in carpool, he went through one story after another. My wife, driving carpool, was blown away by his unflinching straight-voiced tales. His friend believed every single word.
Personally, I take pride in that kind of skill. It just goes to show you that children learn from their parents, especially the skills parents never intend to give to their children.
We did talk about the difference between making up BS stories and lying. Lying, in case you were wondering, is when you say you didn't have the cookie when you had it. What he's doing is just telling stories. Its a fine line, but like I said, he's really smart, and he should be able to make a distinction between the two.
Later that evening, we talked about his impending shower. For a bright kid, sometimes he needs to be reminded that a shower is more than just fifteen minutes playing with yourself in the water. We talked about all the body parts he would have to wash. Everything was going fine. Then I said nipples. Then he pointed to his nipples, and said something about washing his boobs (or did he say booby, not that it matters). I wanted to laugh, but instead I told him that those weren't boobs, they were just nipples, and only girls have boobs.
Then i walk into my room, where my wife has been sick in bed for the past few days, and I burst out laughing. I tell her what the boy said, and she immediately calls him into our room.
"Where did you learn that word?" she asks him. "From daddy" he says. Busted again.
She explained to him that they were called breasts, not boobys.
Just as a side point, this afternoon he was playing hockey on the street with some of the kids in the neighborhood. The kids who go to the "frum" school. Yeshiva Beth Yehudah. When I went outside to get something from my car, guess which kids were yelling shit everytime they lost the puck. Here's a hint. It wasn't the Yeshivat Akiva kids.
posted by Air Time at 11:22 PM
2 Comments:
Good to see the boy is a Zacks after all
It's hard to believe that someone can just straight out tell untruths without giving any hint of that fact.
There would have to be a tradition of that kind of behavior in the family, fine tuned after decades of work. Starting back before the old printing press in the mountains of appalachia.
Nice, clean cut, always behaving properly, Akiva boys are allowed to play with those filthy, disgusting rule breaking yeshiva kids?
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