Hi guys, and thanks for the love! LY/MI. Really. All of you.
It is raining here, so field day was postponed (yay!) and I finally have some down time, so of course I am here trying to catch up.
I have a little story to tell, and I sure it was a lot funnier actually being there than it will be on paper but Ill do my best to put you there, because it really was funny. Like you guys, kids can also bring you a laugh when you need one most.
After a busy day toting around not only my kids, but my neighbors too, I got to take the girls to yet another gymnastics class. (Yay me!) Usually, this class provides me with an hour of rest time. The waiting room is large enough that DS (5) is not right on top of me the entire time. He usually brings along a toy, or something to keep him occupied. You know, to prevent the mind-numbing conversations that can occur btw a 5 year old boy and 1 tired mama. You know the kind. (reference any one of Mels' conversations with Calvin and add a slight speech impediment.) His conversations with me usually begin with him asking some random question about how something works, or why simply why something is. And usually end with me having to look up the answer on the internet. I'm not dumb, really, just have no idea about most of the stuff he comes up with.
Its not that I dont enjoy talking to DS about anything and EVERTHING that pops into his head, but at this point in the day, I am usually ready for a rest. So, this class usually provides me with that break in the day. USUALLY. This week was a little different.
We had an issue last week with a little girl who wouldnt take NO for an answer. She wanted to play. DS did not. She got physical. DS being the great little man that he is, did not fight back, so he basically was letting this girl (who is much bigger than him) pound on him until I stopped the interaction. The girls mother did nothing. She actually thought it was funny, and openly admits that she has no control over her child. But that is a story for another time. DS was not hurt, but he decided that day that he was NEVER dealing with this girl again. I dont blame him.
So last night, DS brought his Gameboy to keep him occupied. He also brought a coloring book and some crayons. When we arrived at the gym and walked into the waiting area, he scanned the room. The girl was nowhere to be seen so he found himself a chair and immersed himself into his Power Rangers game.
After awhile, he gave up on the game and went over to the waiting room door, which is glass, and was peeking through it from around the corner as if he were a soldier in a battle, looking around a building for enemy troops. Every time he saw a car drive by he would say something like, Take cover and prepare for evasive action, the enemy is near.
I asked him what he was doing. He said, I am looking for my arch nemesis.
I had to laugh, who says TV is bad for kids? How many 5 year olds have the word(s) arch nemesis in their vocabulary? Some of the other mothers giggled too. My DS has a bit of a speech issue. He is understandable, but needs to work on his pronunciation.
Who is your arch nemesis? I asked.
He named the little girl from last week.
One of the instructors, who had witnessed the interaction last week, and had stepped in to prevent anyone from getting hurt, told DS that they had called and would not be there.
DS heard this news, and said, Gweat (great), my arch nemesis isnt coming! I smiled and told him he could relax.
DS heard the other moms chuckle as he described his arch nemesis to me. Apparently that was the cue to turn on the DS Show. He went and sat on the floor. I turned to watch both DDs through the glass of the waiting room.
I started to hear the other mothers giggling again, along with DSs loud voice, so I turned around to see what was so funny.
DS was sitting in the middle of the floor, with his eyes closed and his legs crossed (criss cross applesauce).
And he was OHM-ing.
You know, you say OHM when you meditate. He was very loud. He is ALWAYS loud. I have had his ears checked several times because he is always so loud. The tests always come back the same. He is fine. But he is one of those kids who has one setting, and his happens to be LOUD.
As the other Moms began laughing, I asked, DS, what are you doing?
He opened his eyes, looked at me with a straight face and said, I am meditating and I need to concentwate.
Again, who says TV is bad for kids?? (I found out later that he saw this on Thats So Raven on the Disney Channel, and no, I dont watch EVERY show the kids watch, sorry!)
At this point, he was OHM-ing pretty loudly, because he had gotten so many laughs out of it. I asked him to turn the DS show down a few notches. Usually my requests for using an inside voice etc are met with a quick OK Mom! Followed by the exact same volume as before. Like I said, he only has one setting.
This time though, DS took his hand and placed it like a cup over his year. He began to turn his hand, as if he were turning a knob, and as he did, his voice went from its normal level (LOUD, remember?) to a whisper.
The waiting room erupted in laughter.
DS decided that he couldnt pass up the opportunity to perform. And boy did he ever put on a show. His show consisted of mostly physical comedy. He fake-walked into the glass door, and fell down so many times there was a semi-permanent face smudge left on the glass. His finale consisted of his rendition of Something New from High School Musical. He sings both parts. Word for word. Almost.
Everyone in the room was laughing at my little performer. He was loving it. He gave me a good laugh, too, and I needed it. It never ceases to amaze me how it really is the little things that mean the most. Like I said before, you probably had to be there, and had to actually see it for it to be funny, but I wanted to share with you anyway.