Recent Bobbinisms

They're coming too fast and furious to remember and document every one, but here are a few of the ones that made me giggle the most. Inside, of course. Because she's very serious. Most of the time :-)

You are what you eat
We're in the car driving, and Bobbin is watching out the window, looking for birds. She recognizes several varieties by sight from the parks and our back yard, and is able to name them correctly: crows, seagulls, geese, pigeons, starlings, robins, etc. She also is big into categorizing things. Kinds of birds ("a cwow is a kind of bird, mommy. Do you know what else is a kind of bird? A chicken is also a kind of bird. Yes."); things you can ride ("You can ride a school bus, you know Mommy. BUT you cannot ride a house. You know that?"); things you can eat ("Apples and bananas are food mommy. You can eat apples. But you cannot eat a tree" to which I always respond "Unless you are a beaver" and then she'll erupt into giggles herself. They are kinda silly looking animals, I suppose). It's all those Elmo episodes, I think. "can a birthday cake have a friend? NO! But friends can have a birthday party!" If you got that, you're in as sad shape as I am.

So, anyway, we're in the car driving and we come to a red light, and Bobbin spots a bird hopping around in the grass by the sidewalk. "Mommy, look! A Wobin birdie!" she exclaims. I glance out the window and acknowledge the birdie hopping around. The light turns green and we go. Bobbin sits in silence in the back for a few minutes, unbeknownst to me, contemplating deeply. Then she speaks up "You can't EAT a Wobin birdie" she says matter-of-factly. "No, you can't" I agree. More silence. And then, "You have to COOK it first" she proclaims. "Good plan" was my response, and we moved on before she could make the connection between her beloved McNuggets and the fluffy yellow baby chicks at the animal park that she thinks are so cute.

Back in the day
One of the things we've taken to doing, to help Bobbin adjust to the concept of trying or doing something new, is reminiscing about how we LOVED to do it ourselves when we were her age. Like when she was skeptical about riding her tricycle without anyone pushing her. "When I was a little girl, I used to really love riding my bike. I still love to ride my bike! When I was your age, I had a tricycle and I named it George and I would ride it all the time because I LOVED it so much!" We use it for food too "Wow, you don't want to eat your carrots? When I was your age, carrots were my FAVOURITE vegetables. I used to pick them right out of Grandpa's garden and eat them right on the spot, raw, because I LOVED them so much! I still do! Won't you try yours? If you're not going to eat them can I eat them?" It actually works a surprising percentage of the time. But there are the times it doesn't. Like with olives. She will not taste olives. Tim loves them, so he'll ask her every time we serve them. We had a pizza with olives the other day, and Tim gave her a couple from his slice for her to try. Bobbin took the olives that he had placed on her plate, and reached out and deposited them back on his napkin. Then she looked him in the eyes and said, with the most enthusiastic and honest expression on her face "Daddy, you like olives? When I was a little boy, I used to LOVE olives. You can try them if you want to. I used to eat them ALL the time when I was a little boy".

A lasting impression
Our good friends, Jeni and Roger, live in the neighbourhood and we'll occasionally get together either at our house or theirs. They have a son a year younger than Bobbin that she asks about whenever we drive up the hill to the ice cream place and pass by their street. It's been a while since we've seen them last; a few weeks at least. So it was a bit surprising when she came into the kitchen holding her little stuffed pink pig wrapped in one of my linen napkins and said "Mommy, sshhhhhh, my baby brother is sleeping". "Baby brother?" I asked in response, mildly curious. Several of her school friends have siblings so she has some understanding of the concept and she has in the past expressed interest in having a brother or sister of her own some day. NO - don't go there. It's not happening. "Yes, Mommy, this is my baby brother, and over there is my baby sister, Jeni" she said pointing to her little chair where her stuffed panda bear was sitting. "Oh! I see. Your baby sister's name is Jeni. She's very cute" I responded. "So is this your baby brother sleeping in the blankie?" She nods solemnly. "Yes", she says, "This is my baby brother. His name is Roger. His full name is Pig Roger" she said. I couldn't help it. I busted out laughing.

For lack of a peel
Bobbin asked for a banana this morning. She insisted on peeling it herself, so I handed it over, completely intact. After she pretended she was talking to Grandpa Jerry on it ("Hello? Grandpa? How are you? Yeah? Are you coming over? Yep? Ok? Yep? Ok bye") she tried to break the stem and peel it herself, but it wasn't cooperating. Just as I was about to offer my help, she thrust the banana into my hands and said "Here Mommy. I can't deal wif it. I just can't deal" shaking her head in exasperation and seriousness.

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