The other day I scrubbed the toilette bowl, and Trooper said, "Wow, Mom, it's beautiful!" He mentioned it several times, and I thanked him for his compliments, but I was wondering if maybe I don't scrub the bowl nearly often enough, if he got that excited about it being clean. The next afternoon, he had a big BM in there, and after commenting on how stinky it was, he flushed it while he was still sitting there (not an unusual thing for him). Trooper watched as the poop swirled down the hole, then looked up at me with a big smile, "Look, Mom, we got the beautiful back!"
When I came home for the evening I took off some layers to get a little more comfortable, and Trooper picked up my bra, saying, "Mom, why you take your breasts off?"
While visiting family in Ohio this summer, I went to Bible class with Trooper and his cousin, Annabella. We were waiting for some other kids to come before we started, so I suggested that they pick some songs to sing while we were waiting. Annabella started singing "You're a Grand Old Flag" and the adults in the room cracked up. When she was done (none of us knew the words to sing with her), I asked Trooper to pick one. He said, "Star Wars." We all laughed, but I couldn't help being a little embarrassed that our kids couldn't think of a single God-related song. Trooper has been obsessed with Star Wars for most of the summer, in fact, he's watching Episode V as I write this. He loves to ''Do do do" the Luke Skywalker theme, and "Dum dum dum" the Darth Vader theme.
Trooper's birthday is coming up, and he can't stop thinking about it. He'll say, "What about my birthday? Can I play my garbage truck?" And in case you didn't parse it out, he asked for a garbage truck for his birthday, and yes, he is getting one. But anyway, he talks about it all the time. So, last night he was up A LOT and consequently I didn't get much sleep. I couldn't get any answers out of him when I asked him why he kept waking up and yelling for me, but then this morning, I asked him again.
"Trooper, why did you wake up so much last night?" I asked. "Did you feel sick, did you have a bad dream?"
"No, Mom, I dream about garbage trucks."
I laughed, but I wonder if this is actually what happened. He has been known to refuse to answer questions in the moment, but then tell it all later. Like when something happened at the playground (while I was at camp) and he cried and cried, and then wanted to go home. Trooper NEVER wants to go home from the park, but when Jonathan asked him what had happened, he got no answer. A week later I had a good opportunity to talk a little about bullying, and I was telling Trooper some things that aren't nice, that he should tell me about, and he said, "Like they pull my hair?" I gave him a long look and asked if that was why he had been crying at the park, and he said yes. Why wouldn't he tell us before? I don't know. But I told him that he needed to always tell us about things like that in the future, so that I could take care of it. He still doesn't understand that not all kids are being taught how to be good, even though I tell him fairly often. I told him we have to help them learn or they could grow up to be bad guys like Darth Vader.
And speaking of Darth Vader, Trooper has taken to pretending to choke to death, like Vader does to some soldiers in the movie. He grabs his throat and makes gagging noises until he falls on the floor. Sometimes he's not sure we get it, so he'll say, "I'm dead."
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