Sometimes I really miss 5-year-old conversation

My day with K goes something like this:

Open his bedroom door to let him out. While I am turning off his fan and night-light, it begins.

Hi Mama! My light turned on all by itself! (The power was out this morning for a few hours because of a thunderstorm.) It was off, then it turned on! Off, on! Off on! he sings as he follows me downstairs.

I want a 'nola bar Mama! A chocolate 'nola bar. Where's M? Oh! There you are! Hi M! A chocolate 'nola bar, Mama?

I have bad news for him this morning. K, Mommy had to take away your new Sarge car. You still have your plastic one, but the other one had icky paint on it and Mommy has to send it back to the people who made it.

He looks confused, then shrugs and says "Oh. Where's my juice?"

We take M to school. M and K are chatting about something or other. As soon as M is out of the car, K continues his monologue.

There she goes! M is at school Mama! Where we going now?

Home.

Oh. We play trains Mama? We play trains? We play train?

Ears go numb.

We're home and I need to get some laundry put away. I turn CARS on in a futile attempt to get this chore done in peace.

K follows me to M's room and starts touching all of her treasures that she doesn't want him touching.

Don't touch M's stuff, I remind him.

Okay.

Touch. Touch. Touch. Touch. Touch. Touch.

Do you want M to touch your stuff when you're not home? I ask.

No.

Then don't touch her stuff.

Okay.

Touch. Touch. Touch.

He follows me to his room where I continue putting clothes away. He spies his bed. Name's Mater, without the "ta." Name's Mater, without the "ta." Name's Mater, without the "ta."

I've given birth to a broken record. One that misquotes movie lines.

We eat lunch in relative silence, then the blessed peace of nap time. For both of us.

After nap, K has the same request as usual. Mommy? Play trains with me? Play trains with me Mommy? Mama? Play trains? Play trains Mama? To which I push a train around the floor until I'm told I'm not doing it correctly.

Then, time to go get M at school.

Mama, just like your car! Just like your car Mama! Like your car Mama! K points out at the sight of every single PT Cruiser in the state of Minnesota. In case you haven't noticed, there are a crap-load of them on the road. It is difficult to be excited about seeing the 400th PT Cruiser of the day. At least it is for me. K remains enthusiastic at each sighting.

Between sightings, he makes various noises with his lips and mouth, and occasionally, his butt. He also periodically sings along with the songs playing on the CD.

Finally, M gets into the car and immediately announces "Alex threw up on the rug, so there's a nurse at my school for that!"

Ahhhh. Sweet, sweet 5-year-old conversation. At last.

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So, I'd originally planned to end my post there. It was nicely rounded that way.

However, after we picked M up at school we met some friends at a park. The kids played for an hour or so before K fell down in a most unfortunate spot.

He stood there and cried until I got to him, then, being the nice mommy I am, I made him stand for pictures. Then I cleaned his skin a bit, and his hair (that dark spot on the left side of his head is mud), and removed all clothing before wrapping him in a towel for the ride home.

Needless to say, we had baths before supper tonight.