A Boy and His Pickle
Saturday, September 22nd, 2012
I talked earlier this week about my kids dressing up. Of course, when they aren’t dressing up, they’re often undressed. Hanging around the house in t-shirts and undies is pretty standard weekend attire around these parts. I understand that for some families, waking up and getting fully dressed in the morning is par for the course. Don’t get me wrong – that totally makes sense. Then you wouldn’t have to run across the house when the doorbell rings at random, shouting “Don’t open the curtains yet! Let me get a bra!” However, that’s just not how we do.
So my kids are pretty comfortable in their skins. Sometimes a little more than I’d like, when they interrupt a conversation I’m having to announce “I’m going to go poop” or when I have to ask my son, once again, to get his hands off the goods. But at this point in their lives, there is no “eww” or “don’t look” or “I need some privacy” (believe me, I’m wishing they were a little more interested in privacy most days!). And that’s pretty cool.
So, the other day we’re sitting at the table, and they are all coloring pictures. I start working on spelling words with Lorelei, when Sawyer appears at my side to hand me a drawing he’s just completed. I take a look. It’s a roundish shape, complete with a face. From the shape protrude what I assume to be two arms and three legs. Three long legs.
Wait – what? I say, “Hey, nice drawing dude.” Sawyer proudly proclaims, “It’s me, naked. With my pickle.” (Yeah, he knows the correct word is penis – but our default slang is pickle. Couldn’t tell you how that happened, really.)
So what does one say to a piece of art like that? I said the first thing that came to mind. “Your daddy will be so proud.” My little man – at four years old he already knows how to be a guy. It’s instinct, for sure.
Now the drawing is tucked into his art box, stored away for future opportunities for embarrassing him. But in reality, he was just as proud of this picture as of any of the rainbows and teddy bears he brings home from school. And well he should be. He’s got a portrait of himself and his best friend.
How about your kids? Have they ever brought you any embarrassing artwork?
What do you think?