December 23, 2008
I'm a big believer in allowing kids the freedom to make their own decisions.
Don't count me as crazy here--James doesn't determine his own bedtime, or whether or not we make it to church on Sunday--I let him choose the inconsequential things like birthday cards, and light-up boots, and the flavor of his yogurt.
And that my friends, is precisely why his best friend Sophia recieved a nice array of decorative-faux-fruit for her second birthday. It's also why my kid has quite the fluffy hair-do. What can I say? The child likes his hair when it's high. Why fight it?
I even let James chose the color of his bedroom--which, I should add, was no easy feat. Every time we'd talk about the project, he'd insist that I paint his room 'triangle.' I was like, "Dude. What? Triangle?"
And he'd flattly reply, "Triangle."
Finally, at the suggesstion of my sister, I drove to the hardware store, grabbed a few paint chips that I deemed acceptable and brought them home to James.
"Show me triangle, buddy."
Turns out that it's a happy shade of bright light blue.
Last night James and I sat down to fill out a Christmas card for his teacher. I selected the card on my own, and since it didn't feature a photo of a kitten tangled in a ball of yarn or a cartoon drawing of a naked butt (images that James is typically drawn to), it simply begged for some three-year-old spice.
"James," I said, "We need to write a message to Miss Nancy. You tell me what to write, and I'll put in this Christmas card."
He looked confused.
"We'll write a message to Miss Nancy in this card, and she'll read it and feel happy," I continued.
He still looked confused.
I decided to go at it from a different angle..."What do you want the message to say, Buddy?"
"Nancy," he said, thoughfully scrunching his nose and eyes while looking off to the left. "This is a message," he continued.
"From me, James."
Well okay then. Thank you Captian Literal.