March 30, 2006

Everyone needs a friend

I came through the door last night into the kitchen and could see my family in the dining room, the room next to the kitchen. They were all playing on the floor. My wife, 8 months pregnant, was actually on the floor letting the kids take turns riding on her back. She didn't see me come in. The Boy Child announced my presence:

BC: Mamma! Is him!

Mamma: Hvem? (Who, in Norwegian)

BC: Him! Your friend Pappa!

I don't know why I thought that was so funny but I did. Maybe because it was interesting to see how his mind worked in terms of figuring out his mother's and my relationship.

In any event, later we read a story with the word "salute" in it and, if he remembers, I have him primed to go into his classroom today and say hello to his teachers by announcing: "Greetings and Salutations!" We'll see. Keep your fingers crossed.

Posted by Random Penseur at March 30, 2006 09:24 AM | TrackBack

It worked well when my niece used the same greeting right after we finished reading Charlotte's Web together.

I am sure the BC will not disappoint.

Posted by: Wicked H at March 30, 2006 10:59 AM

"Your friend, Pappa!" That's so alarmingly cute, I don't think I'll be able to function at my job today. AWWWWWW! I love the stories of your children, RP. :-)

And Happy 1000 Blog! I remember ya way back when. Ye olden days o' blogging on blogspot. Heh. ;-)

Posted by: Amber at March 30, 2006 11:20 AM

Your children just knock me off my feet.


Posted by: Jennifer at March 30, 2006 05:15 PM

That is sweet and a testimony to your wonderful relationship. May you always be friends with your wife....

Posted by: Rachel Ann at March 31, 2006 01:59 AM


My auntie still tells the story of my 15 year-old, when he was around four. My auntie came to visit with her long-time boyfriend. My son, who shared a room with his older brother, woke up and came into the kitchen asking her: "Where's yer brudder?" (I think you can follow his train of thought, here.)

I love love loooove the innocence and simple yet brilliant turns of a child's mind. They have a way of cutting right through all pretense that I adore.

Hug those babies, kiddo. And your wife, too.

Make them hug you, twice. :)


Posted by: Margi at March 31, 2006 12:16 PM

Awww, I also love the stories about your children! And did Boy Child salute his teacher?

Anyway, good luck with everything - I'm sure it'll all come out all right.

Posted by: Hannah at April 5, 2006 01:01 AM
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