One of the many wonderful things about hanging out with J is hearing what his three year old mind thinks about or notices. For example, there are times when J simply has his own three year old language. Now that the weather is occasionally warm, he can be heard saying, ” I’m going to wear my short sleeve pants.” In English, this means he wants to wear his shorts.
Today, after dropping Ry off at school, J and I had a little time together before I had to go to work. During that time, we stopped by a coffee shop in Evanston. While sitting on the high stools , he picked for us, J noticed a ringing sound and asked what it was.
At first, I wasn’t sure then I looked up and saw that he was referring to the door chime connected to the main entrance. I then pointed out how the chime has a speaker and when people enter or leave it makes a noise so the employees know someone has entered or left the cafe’. I highlight this moment because it is an example of the type of things I don’t notice anymore and therefore don’t realize how peculiar it is the first time you hear it. So we spent the next ten minutes waiting for the chime and noticing the people who entered and left. He would occasionally wonder why someone left with a white bag. “I think they bought something to eat, J.” “A muffin?” “I don’t know.” “Not a cookie?” “Maybe, but hopefully not because its breakfast. “Hey J, do you recognize the Beatles song that is playing?” “Is Ringo playing on it.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure Ringo is playing on it.”
When we were at home, J noticed the pants I had on a hanger. He pointed out that we had similar pants. I thought he meant we both had dark pants. But he was actually talking about metal clasp inside the pants that allows you to hook them together. This in his mind made our pants very similar.
My wife suggested that we have a “movie night.” She picked the original “Stuart Little” movie. I liked the idea, but was not crazy about spending time watching a movie with a talking mouse. I became interested in it when I watched J’s reaction. He was so over the top concerned that Stuart was really going to get eaten up by the cats in the story. He would scream, “NoOOOOOOOOOO! don’t hurt Stuart.” I couldn’t believe his reaction. It was so fresh. I’m so jaded and prepared to show no emotion what so ever at movies that it startled me to imagine what it is like the first time you are engaged in a movie. I liked that he cared. I liked that he felt it so passionately. I wish I could experience a movie in a similar way.