So the boy and I took Amtrak out to
Also noteworthy was the incredibly creepy guy sitting in front of us. When we got on the conductor gave us two separate aisle seats & told us to ask someone to move. Fine. For a second I was thinking we had to wait for the train to take off, like a plane, so I told the boy to sit down in front (next to creepy guy) for a few minutes but... No. I'm not making any claims of super mom intuition but it just seemed wrong. Pasty middle aged guy, my kid... No. [And, genius, I realized we didn't need to wait to reach cruising altitude]. So the gal next to me agreed to switch and we settled in. Except creepy guy kept chiming in to our conversations. The seat backs were high & he couldn't see us but he was listening... Yech. I ignored him & took my son with me when I visited the loo so in all it was a non-event but still, maybe a little intuition?
A LOT of people talk to my kids. They're both really stinking cute & my son is hyper-friendly (I know it's bizarre, but I'm fairly certain he's mine) but he needs to not tell everyone who asks what his name is & where he goes to school. We've been working on that. I've also been trying to tell him that private parts are private... but he's asking for more & more parameters (who? when? why?). I get the feeling the boys are talking at school...? I am so very much not prepared for this. He also asked me again last night how babies get out of the mommies' tummies. It feels too soon to provide a technical description but maybe it's just me who's not ready? But then we need to have these conversations NOW because he's 6 (wait, only 6? What the hell am I talking about? But then there are creepy guys out there on trains. Parental confusion!)
White shirt. Epaulets. Official looking hat. NOT mom in black T-shirt. |
However, I just found this video on YouTube and now that my son isn't with me I think it's kind of funny again. Weird - undeniably weird - but funny. The 2011 video seems kind of tame. If you're bored and click around, there are other zombie videos that better capture the lurching & moaning we saw. Also, on the zombie website above, there are "zombie rules" posted (don't drip on the sidewalk! don't assault small children!); drippy JERK was not in compliance, so I'll try not to hate on the next zombie flash mob I run into. [Because clearly running into another one is just a matter of time!?].
I once heard that you spend the first 10 years of your child's life protecting them from the outside world (sharp knives, viruses, creepy train guys, & zombies) and the next 10 protecting them from themselves (binge drinking, sports cars, & the tramp in his english class). We're 66% of the way through the first part. It's a little nerve wracking & exhausting, this parenting gig. Good thing they're cute!
Whoa, I can't believe you were in a zombie flashmob! And go, you, for public cursing in defense of your son!
ReplyDeleteAs for the how do babies get out conversation, I say tell the truth. It's fascinating and cool! And he probably knows what a vagina is, since he has a sister, right? I don't have a six-year-old yet, so I haven't had to deal with this on a personal level, but I'm all in favor of the graphic details.
We hadn't gotten into the details much - other than to correct him early on, mid-diaper change when he yelled something like "SHE HAS TWO BUTTS". Which still makes me laugh.
ReplyDeleteI glossed over what I actually said - because it was a trainwreck (badda-dum). Just for the record I circled back around the next night and gave him detailed description with proper names & it was all very Cosby Show wonderful. Luckily he hasn't yet ask how the baby gets IN mommy's tummy.