I love my night time snuggles with my 6 year old just as much as my 2 year old loves her mid-day snuggles on the couch with her sis. I love our snuggle time so much because it’s just us. It’s often time the only time throughout the day that we can carry on a conversation without being interrupted and it’s always a toss up as to where the conversation will lead. I like to let her talk, mostly, as I intently listen to her silly stream of consciousness or her inquiries about the world. It’s always been our special time and it lets me get a glimps into the inner workings of her mind. It’s a magical place in that mind of hers that harbors many deep thoughts and tons of curiosity that often leaves me a bit floored/smitten/entertained when I walk out of her room.
A recent bed-time conversation went like this:
L: “I wonder what will come after us?”
Me: “What do you mean? Like after humans and such? Like dinosaurs then humans and then…(shoulder shrug)”
L: “Yeah. Maybe talking buffalos!”
Me: “Hahaha! That’d be pretty awesome. It could happen.”
Like I said, I like the way she thinks! Life is good with a 6 year old.
Children say funny shit. All the time. Half the time they don’t even know they are being funny. Usually it’s in one ear and out the other, leaving a brief smile across my face as their words fade away into oblivion but a recent blurb from my son has kept me in stitches since he offered up his own suggestion to a question asked by his older sister.
On our first day of snow Lil was fixated on all things cold and delicious.
“What is rainbow sherbet made of?”
My cousin Jessica said, “Um, cream?”
I myself was all confused because I was thinking cream too but was also thinking fruit juices and then I was just thinking about how dumb my 5 year old makes me feel on a regular basis with all her thoughtful questions.
This is when my 3 year old son pipes up and confidently states, “I tink wainbows,” while raising his eyebrows until they almost reach his hair line and nodding his head up and down as his blue eyes bore into mine.
For a second I almost believed him.
As if knowing I wanted to believe him he reinforced, “Yup, wainbows, I tink that,”
“Sounds good to me!” I say as Jess laughs and his sister points at him while making circular motions around her ear using her other hand, insinuating that he’s a bit off his rocker instead of a normal, silly 3 year old boy.
I love experiencing life through the minds of my kids.