I have been tickled pink (PINK I TELL YOU!) with Junior the past two days. Every day I see little changes, and see him becoming more his own man. Weird how I thought that would upset me (“My baby is growing up! *sniff*”) but it isn’t. I think it’s cool.
His favorite color is black. I don’t know when that happened, or why, or if it will stick, but there you go. Black. If my aunt is reading this *waving* she’ll be smiling because her youngest son also loved black. I remember (and I thought this was the coolest thing EVER) when she bought him a whole box of black crayons from Crayola, because he would wear his out and she was tired of buying new boxes of crayons just to get black. How cool a mom is THAT? This was back, oh, maybe early 70s? Not like you can just hop on the internet and do a search.
So anyway, he declared black his favorite and I just have to go with that. Even if I don’t want him wearing a black winter coat, you know what? It makes him happy. My friend’s daughter’s favorite color is orange, and there’s just something freaking about a little blond girl wanting everything to be orange (instead of pink or purple) but that’s pretty cool too, you know?
So what was I saying? Oh, Junior got it into his head that he’d be Dexter and have a secret lab in the house, so he needed a notebook because in one episode of Dexter’s Lab Deedee pressed a button in a book to open the secret portal. I found a blank notebook from my stash of the ones that were popular about 7 or so years ago, and it was black plaid. I must have known.
For two days now, when I’ve gone to drop him off at the daycare, he’s grabbed a chair, sat down with his pencil, and started filling up the notebook with drawings, scribbles etc. There are some buttons to push, and pictures of Mike from Monster’s Inc, which he recently realized he could draw.
It’s too cool to see your kid totally engrossed by writing in a notebook you bought because you get totally engrossed by writing in a notebook. I don’t know if I see author in his future; my nephew, at five and a half, came up with a GREAT plotline the other day, so I can pin my hopes on him, too. My niece is going to be an artist of some sort. She’s amazing at three and a half, and I’m not just saying that because she’s my wonderful amazing niece – she runs circles around most 6 year olds. Then again, she’s smarter than my son and nephew put together, so who the hell knows what she’ll end up being. Or any of them.
I can’t wait to find out.
