Kids Luke’s age – which is three years old, as he’s apt to tell everybody within earshot – are fairly famous for discontinuous conversation nodes. You can be discussing lunch, a thirty-second silence ensues, and then he’s telling you about the elephant that wanted red pants and you’re struggling to catch up. Don’t bother trying to connect the dots from A to B, he’s already moved on to a monologue on lego architecture and he never looks back, darling. It distracts from the now.
We had one of these incidents yesterday while I was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. We we’re discussing the merits of the red toothbrush over the green one when my foamy-mouthed babe changed routes on me.
“You have yarn.”
“Yes. This is a true statement.” Quite a bit of yarn actually, but we don’t need to go into it.
“Your yarn is sparkly.”
My brow furrowed. “Just the one skein, and I hide that one at the bottom of the stash so my knitterly friends won’t think the less of me.”
“You have a sparkly yarn on your neck.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“What?”
“It’s a figure of speech. It means ‘I don’t understand.’”
“What?”
“Exactly. What about my neck?”
“You have a sparkly yarn on your neck.” Luke pointed to the mirror where my reflection was wearing a silver celtic knot charm on a chain. It’s an old necklace. I bought it at Aquarius long ago when I was working in Downtown Davis and perused its incense-laden shelves frequently.
And it looks for all the world like a brand new skein of yarn.
“Huh. You’re right, Luke. Good call. I never noticed that.”
“And remember? He was sad because he wanted the tasty donut and he didn’t have it so he was sad.”
“What?!”
“What?”
He grinned up at me. A glob of foamy toothpaste slid down his chin and went splat on the counter.
“Rinse and spit, kid.”
In other news, isn’t this a great sock? This is a hat-heel sock done up with a beaded rib pattern from Sensational Knitted Socks (thank you, Robert). It’s knit from a 85% Cotton / 15% Rayon blend called Olmue by Ester Bitran Hand-dyes. That little bit of rayon gives just a touch of shine back to the cotton (not sparkle, mind you; just shine). They’ll be good little summer socks. Eventually. Right now it’s just good summer sock.
All in good time.
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Too bad that dis-connected
Too bad that dis-connected conversation doesn't go away as the little darlings age. I have very similar conversations with an eighteen year old of my acquaintance (he lives here) and a fifty year, too....Example: At work today thus and such was going on....Squirrel!!