I knew that I had a wild child when he told my dear grandmother, Charlotte, that she was “nice stupid.”
My youngest, Squishy, has a way with words.
When he was just a little dude at the tender age of three, he vocalized his feelings. He didn’t hold back; he just said whatever was on his mind.
My dear grandmother, who was in her early 80s at the time, was talking to him asking him what he wanted to eat (she always wanted to feed all of us – all of the time). He kept telling her that he wanted ice cream, but she had trouble decifering the toddler-speak.
Finally, when she asked him for the third time, he stood up, put his hand on his hips, and blurted out, “Mam-ma, you’re stupid.”
Enter epic parenting fail.
She, however, didn’t miss a beat, and, this time, she perfectly understood what he just said to her. No decoding needed.
“Luke, Mam-ma is not stupid. Mam-ma is nice,” she calmly retorted.
He turned as if he was about to leave the room, and then turned back, dropping his arms to his side and tilting his head ever so slightly. The wheels were turning in that three-year-old brain of his.
And I was petrified by what he would say next.
“You’re right, Mam-ma. You are not stupid… You are nice stupid,” and he did an about face and left the room.
This is when I knew I was in trouble.
At school, Squishy was (and is) the perfect angel. It is just at home where his filter is lacking.
A few summers ago, when Squishy was six, he called my mother-in-law an old hag…in front of her bridge club. (Yes, I am a proud parent – cough, cough). Apparently he was “just kidding” and “only wanted some snacks.” When she asked where he learned that phrase, he said “my mom.” I don’t recall ever in my life uttering the words “you old hag,” but in his mind, it was a free pass out of trouble.
More recently, he has been caught saying “shut your pie hole.” Now I do know where this reference came from. It is from the movie “The Sandlot” and The Captain was very excited the dudes liked the film. Very excited, indeed, especially when Squishy not-so-subtly said this to my mother-in-law.
I found out about this gem of a phrase when I walked in on my mother-in-law discussing my “poor parenting choices” with a friend of hers. She went on to tell the friend, “and she just laughs at what he says instead of disciplines him.” Later I found that, once again, he blamed me for teaching him the phrase. Hmmm. Is there a trend going on?
When I addressed the behavior, he justified it by saying, “She wouldn’t stop talking, Mom.”
Touche, Squishy, touche.