yeah. yeah. yeah.
I thought after 15 years of teaching technical information to art students, I would have this patience thing down. Turns out, a two and a half year old puts those college kids to shame. Sure, spending 30 minutes trying to figure out why their web pages don't seem to be formatting correctly (maybe it has something to do with 15 Div boxes for three content areas? Doh! no, it's a missing curly brace!) seems like a pretty good test of mental focus. But, I'm not sure how this competes with waiting for your toddler to climb into a car seat while your bum is waiting outside the car in bitter cold so you can {finally} cinch the car seat belt. Because every button, switch, object, stray Cheerio, and crevasse must be examined. Quinn - Dad's car isn't really thaaaatt exciting.
Oh, I'm wrong.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Don't Eat My Rainbow
A recent word gem from my two and a half year old son - "Dad, don't eat my rainbow."
Quinn clearly has a love for words as the complexity of this phrase - well, it strikes me that this is his first metaphor. And a powerful one as well. It reminds me of the classics - "Don't take my sunshine away" and "Don't rain on my parade" but with a greater degree of depth and nuance. Now I can guess what your thinking. He's two. You are his dad and reading more into this than you should. He can't even get his colors right half the time. Yes, you would be right on all accounts.
But still. Consider this. When he blurted out this gem we were in Florida for his grandmothers memorial service - she had just passed away after struggling with a wicked cancer for two years. A general sense of melancholy and loss hung about. Quinn is a very observant little boy and picks up on these things. So, when he adamantly suggested that I should not "eat his rainbow," I really think he was saying that he'd found a moment of reprieve, that after the storm of events the skies were clearing, his rainbow had appeared in some form. So you see. He's brilliant.
Quinn clearly has a love for words as the complexity of this phrase - well, it strikes me that this is his first metaphor. And a powerful one as well. It reminds me of the classics - "Don't take my sunshine away" and "Don't rain on my parade" but with a greater degree of depth and nuance. Now I can guess what your thinking. He's two. You are his dad and reading more into this than you should. He can't even get his colors right half the time. Yes, you would be right on all accounts.
But still. Consider this. When he blurted out this gem we were in Florida for his grandmothers memorial service - she had just passed away after struggling with a wicked cancer for two years. A general sense of melancholy and loss hung about. Quinn is a very observant little boy and picks up on these things. So, when he adamantly suggested that I should not "eat his rainbow," I really think he was saying that he'd found a moment of reprieve, that after the storm of events the skies were clearing, his rainbow had appeared in some form. So you see. He's brilliant.
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