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May 12, 1999
Christine A. Pasley, University Extension Educator
Family and Consumer Sciences
I'm often impressed by the "literal-ness" of children.
It brings to mind the family of five on a "long" vacation
to California from the mid-west. The children, 14, 11 and 6 are
in the back seat as the family made their usual decent from the
mountain camp.
Jenny, the small one, shares, "I have to potty".
Dad, frustrated with this usual train of events responds, "We'll
stop soon. Can you hold it." A reluctant "yes".
Meanwhile, big sister Sis wiggles her fingers as if to tickle
the small child--yet, not touching the little one--complete with
sound effects. Giggling ensued from the back seat. Giggling--and
then a gasp of horror--and then tears. The back floor was FLOODED.
Dad quickly pulled over. The laughing, startled older sister
began, "I didn't TOUCH her!" Yet the results were the
same as...
* * *
Another literal-ity occurred as mom was on the phone, and
not a portable phone. Preschool son, Devon, was around the corner
working diligently at something on the hall wall. "Don't
color on the wall!" "I'm not."
Finally the phone call ended. Upon inspection, Devon was found
to have been coloring...on the light switch plate!
* * *
Interesting how children have their own built-in time schedule.
On a long trip, my own had to get out of the car every 1 1/2
hours or... one stepped on the other's seat belt (from the back
seat) and the battle was on. It's up to mom or dad to keep track
of the time schedule, however.
Luckily, Nebraska has wonderful, regular rest areas to feed
and exercise your young pups. You can even avoid melted candy
and dried cheese between the seats!
* * *
What about the father who couldn't believe his kids always
had to fight in the car. They had to have assigned seats.
As he expounded on the fighting and the car rules, he was reminded
that he would have remembered this aspect of families--if he
hadn't been an only child!!!
What an education--for him!
* * *
Have you forgotten how your own young children behaved now
that you have that new set of grandchildren? Grandpa was babysitting
with little preschooler, Devon. As Mom and Grandma pulled in
from grocery shopping, they said, "Where's Devon?"
"What?" said Grandpa.
"You were supposed to watch him."
Grandpa ran from one end of the lake-side neighborhood to
the other looking for Devon, always concerned that he might have
hiked down to the lake. Mom finally found her little boy busily
eating honeysuckle berries from the nearby bush hedge.
Grandpa became the child as Mom scolded, "Dad, you always
told us, when we were kids, that honeysuckle berries were poisonous."
Grandpa, as inconspicuously as possible, phoned poison control
for information on the innocuous bush. The report was that honeysuckle
berries were once thought to be toxic; more recently, they've
been found not to be harmful, even somewhat nutritious. However,
they have been known to cause cramping and diarrhea in some...yep,
they did!
Grandpa had forgotten the hassles and responsibilities of
young parenthood. What a refresher course!
* * *
At one of my first county fairs as a young mother, I was visiting
the livestock barns, wondering how the 4-H members could give
up the animals they'd grown to love as pets. A small blond girl
with a duck under her arm came up to me, "Want to buy a
duck!!?"
I had no idea what I'd do with a duck but, more than that,
I was startled by her business-like attitude. Interesting how
children model their parents.
* * *
Speaking of modeling parents, I was interested that one of
my intermediate 4-H members (age 11-12) modeled, I believe, her
grandmother. . .
Rhonda was one of our top achieving 4-H members. Her projects
regularly took purple or blue ribbons at both county and state
fairs. She took her projects seriously. Her grandparents were
her very skilled 4-H leaders.
I came upon Rhonda at our 4-H Style Review, waiting to model
for the judge. I said, "Nice outfit, Rhonda."
Rhonda slowly looked down at her outfit and then back at me,
"Yup!" she replied. Rhonda, like her Grandmother, calls
'em as she sees 'em. |