“I can tell when I don’t have my glasses on, or when they’re dirty. When they’re clean and I’m wearing them, everything is crispier.”
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My wife descended the stairs, with one towel-covered pajama-bottomed boy in tow. “Your son is upstairs hiding in his room and wants you to find him.” This declarative sentence seasoned with a touch of exasperation, a dash of amusement, and a sprinkling of tired love. Tubby time was over and the bedtime show needed to begin soon, lest storytime be late enough to push the actual bedtime past 8:30 into dangerous territory.
With a nod of assent I passed her on the stairs, ready for another drawn out game of hide-and-seek. Four-year-old Peter has unfortunately become very good at the Hide while we Seek. He sometimes eludes us for several minutes when he Doesn’t Wanna, a state with increasing frequency these days. I reviewed my options. In the cabinet under the bed? Beneath a pile of covers? Behind a door?
Fortunately it did not take long, as in this case, Peter was anxious to be found. He leapt out of his closet, dry but still naked, with a big Boo! and giggled.
“There you are!” I said, playing it up. “I was WONDERING where you were.”
“Wasn’t dat a good hiding place, daddy?” he said proudly, as I proceeded to gather the appropriate bedtime artifacts so we could complete the transition downstairs.
“Yes, very good in there. I almost didn’t see you. Let’s get your pull-up on and some jammies.”
“That was my mimicry.”
I did a slight double-take. Wha-wha-what? “Your what, Peter? Did you say, ‘mimicry’?”
“Yes! My mimicry. Hiding in there. It made it harder to see me. Pretty good, huh, dad?”
No, it’s not *quite* the correct usage of mimicry… and yes, I had to look it up later to make sure it was what I thought it was. But who cares? Talk about a 10-cent word. It’s enough to restore my faith in educational TV. “Did you learn that from Wild Kratts, buddy?”
“Yes!” he said proudly. “On Wild Kratts!”
Man, I love that show. And PBS.
This evening I gently corrected my older son by telling him the words he wanted were “co-pilot” and “cockpit.” This correction was necessary since, as the boys played with their action figures and a few vehicles, the older son was telling the younger one that he could be the “cock pilot.”