Posted by: justenjoyhim | July 16, 2007

Progressive? Yes, But Still Five

Yesterday, I had to have a little talk with Nate about Things Not To Say In Public, especially when the people you are saying them about are around, because they both happened, and yes, Mommy was mortified. It went something like this:

“Nate, there are certain things we don’t talk about when the people that we’re discussing them about are around. Things like:”

He’s a really fat man.
Is that a man or a woman?

ME:

You may not know this yet because you’re young, but those things aren’t considered polite. They might make people feel bad. There are other things that might make people feel bad too. Actually, anything about how people look, like don’t say anything about someone’s weight. Don’t say, ‘that person is really fat.’ Don’t say ‘is that a man or a woman.’ And don’t say anything about if you think anyone is . . . well, ugly.

At that point, I couldn’t think of any more things to add. You have to know that this was just after the “Is that a man or a woman?” incident and not that long after the “He’s a really fat man” incident so I was pretty flustered.

*sigh*

So he’s very good on transexual/transgender and gay, but not so good on very overweight men or what he thought was an androgynous-looking female. And to be fair, she looked completely like a woman to me; her hair was just way pulled up under her Wendy’s hat, she wasn’t wearing any make-up (which I wouldn’t either if I was working at Wendy’s) and those uniforms they have to wear don’t do anything for anybody.

So yeah. In most ways, a pretty typical five-year-old. Heh.

Responses

I don’t know that I ever said anything like that when I was little because, believe it or not, I was a VERY quiet as a child. But one time, for whatever reason, I think I was about 3 years old, I was trying to tell my mother that scissors are ridiculous. Instead, I said, “Scissors are dickless.” That got some good looks.

Oh also when the boy across the street’s mother had twins, I asked his parents if one came out of her vagina and one came out of his penis.

This is sooo true to form. It happens alot.

My mother loves to recount the story of her father (a military officer post-WW2) taking his second eldest child (my aunt, then about 3) to the butcher store. I think they lived in Puerto Rico at the time. They were in line behind a local woman. My aunt whispered (in that not quite quiet voice) that she had a “large rear end” and my utterly bashful Grandfather just died. He hushed her up and thought he’d gotten off easy. While we was standing there holding his daughter’s hand, looking off to side at something or other, my aunt carefully reached up and gently pinched the lady’s butt. Apparently the site of an ample rear end was just to much for this little WASP to handle. She HAD to pinch it.
Just to see if it was real.

Well the lady turned around, assumed my Grandfather had pinched her, and let off a series of Spanish curse words. My GF was of the ultra-quiet, farm-boy-who-would-never-insult-a-woman breed. He blushed to his roots. While denying it, he covered his head to avoid the blows from her large handbag and ran from the store with my aunt trailing behind. My aunt was experiencing a mix of shock, horror, and humor. Let’s just say that she got more than a lecture when they got home!

Growing up my mother watched us like hawks least we embarass her by actually TOUCHING someone.

I remember this because the other day I was at the mall and a child came up to me and asked what the brown spot was on my face. This child had very clear skin. I have lots of moles. The child quizzed on me it for several minutes (felt like forever) in a rather loud voice: can’t you get rid of it? don’t you wash your face? it’s ugly. She even tried to reach over and touch it. I was seated at this time and boy did this little girl want a good close look at this mole.

Her mother never showed up. She waddled off and I kept an eye on her until she joined up with a pack of other unsupervised kids. Some parents should up then but it was too late for them to be embarassed by their child’s thought patterns. But boy was I scarred for life - or at least until I hit the Orange Julius stand!

OMG, kids are so hilarious! Sometimes they’re just too smart, too observant, too honest. You just started my day off with a great laugh! Oh, and I think you handled all that quite well, btw!

haha, you are not alone. The other day I was at Walm*rt with my 5 year old and we coudln’t find something we were looking for so he suggested, very loudly, “Maybe we should ask *him or her* for help?” directed toward a very androgenous looking employee :-) It is a fun age :-)

“He’s a really fat man.
Is that a man or a woman?”

Ah, out of the mouths of babes comes the pure unfiltered truth. Refreshing and embarrassing at the same time.

Well, sadly, after all the work we do to clue our kids in, when they become teens it all falls apart on the altar of “honesty,” especially as defined by a teen-aged boy.

I just keep praying that all that work is in his head somewhere, and the light bulb will pop on one day soon. It’ll probably be after someone says something hurtful to him, but there you go. Better late lesson than none at all.

This reminds me of when Zannie was in her rhyming phase (future rapper… ;) and was walking in the grocery store going

luck
duck
tuck
suck
f***
huck
muck
puck

Mortifying.

Still born…LOL!!!

Too cute, too cute!

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