I know I probably have the habit of using this space a little too often to show off how proud of a father I am. However, at the same time, I know it’s been a while since I’ve truly done this, and, well, my site statistics show that these tend to be much more of a draw to the site. . . so, since I’m the sellout that I am…
My kids constantly amaze me, as I’m sure most parents claim about their children. At their still quite young ages, they showcase an amount of creativity that I find myself wishing I had an ounce of their creative spirits most days.
For instance, my children love to pick out my shirts in the morning. In fact, there are many battles regarding who gets to perform the task on any given morning. On the morning in question, my son was in charge of dressing me.
Now, before I get directly into it, I should probably explain, my kids have been fairly well inundated with Star Wars in their short lives. Right now we’re slowly making our way through the animated Clone Wars series (as fast as Netflix will send us the discs). Settling in for some evening Star Wars watching before bed becomes quite an event. My kids get quite excited in the lead up to starting the actual show. My son will start jumping on the bed in excitement, performing the theme song to the best of his abilities. Dun dun dundundun dun dun is yelled at the top of his lungs as he constantly lunges over anything in his path on his constant intention to hit the ground face first from any height possible.
Well. . . as he picked my shirt on this morning in question (a few days ago now), he decided that he wanted to have me wear my Star Wars shirt. As he ran to the closet, he began singing. Dun dun dundundun duuuun dun, dundundun duuuuun dun, Daaaddy’s shirt!
I, of course, immediately burst into a pride-filled laugh, surprised at the complete brilliance of this simple modification to the song he sings all too often. I mean, seriously, it was almost like he had thought it up in the middle of the night and couldn’t wait to use it. . . except the method of delivery was more like he was making it up as he went along.
Sure, it may seem silly and not all that impressive to others, but my two year old son made up a song about my shirt, and I’m pretty darn proud of it. And… he was in tune 🙂
This kind of crap happens all the time around my house, as I’m sure happens in any house with children, and I can’t help but be astounded at just how creative these little minds can be. My daughter came home the other day with something like looked just like a piece of paper with some string pushed through it. Then, of course, she tossed it over her face and I saw that the holes on the bottom of the thing were eye and nose holes. She had made herself a mask out of some paper and string, complete with artsy thematic designs on it (I really have no clue what theme they were supposed to be, but they appeared thought out as opposed to the scribbling she so often likes to do). I believe this was intended to be a new mask for her self-created (and named) superheroine, Sparkle Princess.
My daughter has also recently become aware of the idea of bad words. Well, I should state, she’s become aware of there being bad words that I’ll allow. We did have a while back this past spring where she learned about the F word and would reprimand anyone saying any word that sounds anywhere near similar, even if it was the TV. But she’s now become aware of bad words that I’ll allow, and, more specifically the idea of name calling. She’s not allowed to name call or say some words at school that I believe to be rather innocuous, such as poopy butt. At home, I agree that she shouldn’t call people names, but that she can feel free to call me names, as long as they’re in fun and not intended to be mean.
So, this means that she often goes into long tirades attempting out new names to see what sort of response they will elicit from me. They’re generally variations on the theme of “poopy butt”, such as poopy butt head, poopy butt face, butt poopy shirt, and yeah, you get the point. But then she just start throwing out completely random strings of words (at least they appear so), until she finally gets a laugh out of me. These things become so absurd that I don’t even remember any to tell you. But that’s exactly the point. Like any good comedian, she’s willing to try out new material until she finds something her audience enjoys… and then like any comedian ever, she repeats ad naseum.
I love it. My house has quickly become something akin to an insane asylum, with random characters appearing out of the wood work, sweet dance moves popping out of thin air, and a plethora of artwork being developed by my house’s most prolific artist (she may be the world’s most prolific, but I haven’t called Guinness yet). And all I can do most days in sit in awe of this crazy creative energy that flows off of these two. They’re always trying to come up with new ways to express themselves, and some of the things they do are purely genius (at least for their ages).
It makes me think that I should probably just have them come up with the stories for my books…
Anyways, have a great weekend, I’ll see you all next week.