At 19 months, I think it’s safe to say that babyhood is over, and what has emerged out of it is now a full-blown person. The weird little quirks that make a person unique are emerging every day; the boy spins, and dances, and sings. He makes faces. He covets – there is a boy named Jojo at his daycare who has things he WANTS, and he talks about these things as if Jojo is the cool kid and if he just had more yellow trucks he’d fit in. Not in so many words, but I am made to get the gist.
This little guy is on his way, and he’s packing only the essentials.
Lately he has found great love in the form of a $3 bucket we bought at Superstore. Apparently it is all he’s ever wanted – aside from more yellow trucks – and he wears it looped around his arm wherever he goes. It is mandatory for use in the tub; it enables him to carry his friend, some other toys, and snacks; it can be used as a weapon when some punk steps up and thinks she can change his diaper or some other unspeakable nonsense.
This bucket – plus the orange ball I bought him at the dollar store one day on lunch – have made me wonder why we bother with all these fancy educational toys. Mine just wants to stand on the couch with a bucket full of food and emit high-frequency throat noises, which is all anyone wants – his needs are simple. Maybe he’d like to eat a book or throw a ball at the cat – none of this costs any significant money, and he is so happy. This is all about to change, isn’t it?
I wonder how we can keep them like this forever.
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