Posts Tagged ‘dinosaurs’
All about the Dinosaurs
Posted on: April 9, 2010
Our local zoo has a new dinosaur exhibit that B saw for the first time last weekend. It has awakened a whole new fascination with him.
This morning on the way to preschool, he told me that he wanted to go with J to see the dinosaurs again, since J was not with us when we saw them last weekend. He described which dinosaurs he wanted to show them, complete with arms outstretched to show just how big the Tyrannosaurus Rex is. Then he put me in my place.
B: I’m just going to go with Daddy, not with you. Only me and Daddy.
Me: Well, what if I want to come? Can I come too?
(long, thoughtful pause)
B: Hmmm. Okay. You can drive your car, but I’m riding with Daddy in his car.
I guess it’s time for some father-son bonding with the giant reptiles.
As we continued the last few blocks toward preschool, B began to describe a dinosaur movie. He told me in great detail about the time when the T-rex with the big teeth walked up to the Triceratops with three horns. The Triceratops said hello to the T-rex, but the T-rex just ate the Triceratops all up.
This was a little bit gruesome for B, so I really began to wonder about this dinosaur movie. I know that I have never shown him a dinosaur movie, not even a television show. So I inquired.
Me: That sounds like it would be a pretty scary movie.
B: Yeah, it’s a movie for adults. It’s not for kids. It’s to scary for kids when the dinosaur eats the other dinosaur.
Me: So, where did you see this dinosaur movie for adults?
B: Oh, I just made it up. Just right now, I made it up.
Okay, Steven Spielberg, keep it rated G until at least your 5th birthday.
Boy Noises
Posted on: March 23, 2010
Boy noises have arrived in our house. B is three years, three months old, and apparently that’s how long it takes. Race cars now go “rrrrrrrr” when they drive. Dinosaurs “aaawwp” and squeal. Trucks beep when they back up and “vrrrrooom” when they go forward. Monsters growl and hiss and roar. Toys talk with funny voices–deep and gravelly, high-pitched and shrill, low and even.
I call these “boy noises” because I’ve never been good at making them, nor have I ever really seen the point. I always played with boys as a kid, and I loved my Hot Wheels and Star Wars and even a little G.I. Joe. But I could never do the noises the way the boys could. It always made my throat tickle and my mouth dry and my voice tired, and making noises with my mouth did not seem to make the play more fun. So I never bothered.
J can do the noises without a hitch, and with a great flair and variety much broader than mine ever was. Now B can too. It’s a lot louder in his room these days, with both of them grrrring and vrrroooming. Boy noises are here to stay.
It must be genetic, on the Y chromosome.
For The Someday Book 