I was
nervous. Pre-date jitters, you might say. Admittedly, we had not been out alone,
together recently and conversation with my (almost) 4 year old recovering Lightning McQueen addict is bound to be
clumsy at best and deafeningly silent at worst. Like most women- I feared the silence. "You
say it best when you say nothing at all" is a patently "male" perspective.
But I
nearly swooned at the sight of his handsome, belligerent profile- his flashing eyes
scrunched against the searing sunlight as he stood in that unselfconscious way
that little boys do. Dwarfed by his over-sized VBS t-shirt which was red- for Lightning- of course, he surveyed the
trail ahead. Hanauma Bay Ridge ascended into
the cerulean skies before us as I attempted pre-school small talk while we
hiked. Disney's Cars is always a conversational
safety net with Kincaid. As predicted- he succinctly rehearsed the plot
-again- while I with-alarming accuracy- completed Lightning's lines for him.
Comparative
superheroes was a natural transition from the "Ka-chow" karate-kicks. As Kincaid reflected upon various superhuman
exploits, he apologetically relayed, "Mama, there are no girl
superheroes." Ha! The tentacles of sexism reach even four year olds. I
responded (and you're welcome Gloria Steinem), "Yes there are, Caiders!
Have you heard of 'Wonder Woman'? No? Well *dramatic pause* I. Am. Wonder Woman!'" Opportunely, I had just carried him down a steep incline. Clearly weighing the veracity of my admission,
he dubiously squinted up at me and concluded, "But, you don't have a cape.
And you have to have a cape." Outmaneuvered again by my own offspring.
1 comment:
I felt like I was there with you listening to Caid's sparse jargon ... Thanks for sharing your "rich" memories. They are the glimpses of sunshine in the journey of life:)
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