Today is the whippersnapper's fourth birthday. The past four years have been quite the ride--full of challenges and frustrations, and of course laughs and love. Mothering is hard. Damn hard. It's not for everyone. But watching your kid grow up is great, especially when he's being cute and not demonic. As the whippersnapper grows into Mr. Big Boy, he's gotten a lot chattier.
In fact, just yesterday he had quite the palaver. Palaver means to talk unnecessarily at length, or have a prolonged (and usually idle) discussion. Little Boy Palaver is great. The whipsnap's palaver tends to be filled with stories about us riding in helicopters. But Four Year Old Palaver is even more special.
So my birthday is approaching too--this coming weekend, and that meant that Mr. Sierra had to go buy me a birthday present this week. When he asked me what I wanted, I promptly answered, "Super Mario Galaxy 2 for the Wii," as any other normal and sane woman would answer. And also, because I knew asking for a diamond tennis bracelet or this little number that I've had my eye on for quite a while would be futile.
Mr. Sierra used yesterday to go out shopping after work. It was clever to go yesterday, because I commute into the office on Tuesdays and therefore would be home later. I was enjoying some "Clean up your toys" time with the whipsnap yesterday evening and the whipsnap gibbers away with his usual palaver, and mentions that he and Daddy went to Toys R Us and bought a Yoshi video.
"Oh, you did, did you?" I asked, instantly surmising that Yoshi video meant Super Mario Galaxy 2, since we're not in the habit of buying videos or indeed even DVDs about Mario.
"Yes," the whippersnapper said, "And Yoshi was flying like this upside down and his arms were back and also we saw a whole pack of Mario and Yoshi guys and..."
I called to Mr. Sierra, "Your son has a big mouth."
Mr. Sierra was not pleased, because as it turns out, he'd specifically instructed the whippersnapper not to tell Mommy.
We didn't really reprimand him, because he's four, and because four year olds palaver. In fact, Mr. Sierra recounted a time when he was a kid that he spoiled his mother's surprise party with the clever line, "It's not a surprise party that we're going to." And I definitely had four year old palaver when my parents decided to divorce, and instructed carefully not to tell my grandparents, and the second I walked in my grandparent's house I broke the news.
Do you have any good kid palaver in your past? Tell me in the comments. And meanwhile, happy birthday, my darling little boy. (And thanks in advance to Mr. Sierra for my copy of Super Mario Galaxy 2.)