Wednesday, February 23rd 2011
2 Left Cheeks, 2 Left Elbows

Seth-5yr got into the car after school with dramatically bloodied knuckles. He looked like he’d been in quite the preschool fight. He shrugged and said, “I meant to punch ‘umthing ‘oft, but I missed and punched ‘umthing metal at Fun Fitness today.”

These things should not make me proud. But they do.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’ve done that, too. Hurts, huh?”

He only shrugged again in answer, but said, “Show me!”

I held up my fist, which looks perfectly unbloody and very mom-like today. (That’s a bit depressing.)

“Oh. You didn’t punch today? Show me the next time you do dat and I will kiss it.”

“Deal.”

That child is sweeeeet. He had a long brown line across one cheek from his chocolate pudding that looked exactly as if he had a lone cat whisker. I smiled, thinking how that cheerful looking whisker had been there all afternoon.

Then Caden-7yr got in the car, with a large lump on the top of his head from where someone beat him with a water bottle. Not that I knew this. He didn’t even mention it until much later when he was talking to my mom.  He freaked out later when Seth-5yr licked him. But the large lump on the head from a water bottle beating at school was not worth mentioning.  And that’s Caden-7yr for you.

Ethan-10yr’s teacher walked him to the car and explained that he’d had a serious headache all afternoon. He looked all pathetic and squinty-eyed, as if the sunlight was bothering him.  Then he launched into a request for tennis balls and dry ice that I still don’t understand, but will probably grant anyway, in the name of science.

It’s always surprising to hear about their day at school and see the injuries or stains that serve as visual aids for the daily report. Sometimes they’ll ask me about my day, but not usually. Today I would have told them I met an old friend for coffee and as soon as we got to our table she stopped me and picked white lint off my left butt cheek. I was wearing black capris, and the white lint was particularly noticeable. The boys would have laughed in disbelief if I’d explained that a true friend will stop you in your tracks in a coffee shop and de-lint your backside if necessary. When you’re a grownup-female sort.

And when you’re a preschool-boy sort, your true friends do not point out or object to the long, elegant chocolate pudding cat whisker arching across your left cheek all afternoon.  And why should they? It was delicious looking, and delightfully graceful.

Just now the de-whiskered Seth-5yr just came to kiss me goodnight and he noticed the matching, bloody cuts we have on our left elbows. He re-enacted – in slow motion – the way he got his cut. There was rolling and tumbling and tripping and falling through a pretend doorway.

When I told him I didn’t remember how I got mine, he nodded and said, “Well. You are yike dat.”

~hm

6 Comments on “2 Left Cheeks, 2 Left Elbows”

1
Kelsey
February 23rd, 2011
10:52 pm

you know… that is NOT how that post ended. or, rather, it HAD an ending. I can sorta remember some of it. but not all of it. and i have no idea how it didn’t make it in there…. but, eh.

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MIchele
February 23rd, 2011
10:58 pm

I wish I could have heard him say “You are yike dat.” He does seem sooo sweet. And the cheerful pudding whisker was a delightful way at looking at the messes our kids seem to always have on their faces. I remember thinking it was perfectly fine to have fresh food stains down the front of one’s shirt–at least until 3rd grade…

3
MIchele
February 23rd, 2011
11:00 pm

Oh. The ending was missing? Well, his quote is a great ending.
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4
Jennifer Sullivan
February 23rd, 2011
11:41 pm

I thought the ending was great!
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emily
February 24th, 2011
6:10 pm

Love these vignettes of your boys.

I am also ‘yike dat’. Bruises, cuts, etc…they just show up & I don’t remember when!

6
LaLa
February 26th, 2011
10:40 pm

You really are yike dat. I think it runs in the family. I can be yike dat too.

Love the chocolate whisker. It’s a wonder no one licked it off! (Given the demographic. And the primary ingredient.)

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