There's something wonderfully refreshing about spending time with little littles. Today we hung out with NephewsanTuna and his family. Littlest Tuna, being all of two, is of the absolutely hysterical age I love. He is of the age where -- as long as he's not your kid -- you try to get him to do anything you can that will amuse you. Littlest Tuna and I had a piratey kind of afternoon, where everytime he looked at me we'd both go a-squintin' and a-rrrrrrrghin' until we started laughing. I got him to say "Shiver me timbers" and "Ahoy Matey" but sadly, when I tried to get him to sing "O First Matey" (the pirate version of "O Christmas Tree") he looked at me and said, "no" and started singing O Christmas Tree that much louder because obviously I don't know what I'm talking about.
Little Littles are great because they are often very agreeable. Over and over we'd ask Littlest Tuna a question, and no matter what the question was, the answer was a highly agreeable "Uh huh!" Would you like to open presents? "Uh Huh!" Would you like to sit over here? "Uh Huh!" Would you like to tap dance with a hippo? "Uh Huh!" I said he had mastered the agreeable "Uh Huh" skill early in life, as that was generally used by bored adults every 180 seconds when trapped in a deadly conversation.
But I know he's paying attention (mostly) to what is being asked, because there were hysterical moments when you'd ask him a question fully expecting the highly agreeable "Uh Huh!" and instead you'd get the equally highly agreeable, "Why, No!" May I sit by you? "Why, No!" Would you like to come over here and take a picture? "Why, No!" And it's so darn polite, you can't get upset about it. It's a skill I'd like to cultivate.
At one point, as the various adults were debating the merits and the importance of the Patriots-Giants game last night and whether or not it was THE GAME of great historical importance, Littlest Tuna sat playing with his trucks ignoring everybody while simultaneously giving his non-stop opinion as he sing-songed over and over "THE game! THE game! THE game! THE game!"
But really, he was one amazingly behaved little goober. There were no meltdowns, and he was stellar (in a very piratey way (guilty!!)) at dinner. He said what he meant, and he meant what he said, and he sang a mean chorus of "Jingle Bells" just about any time he was asked.
Is that about as good as it gets?
"Uh Huh!"
2 comments:
I love that age as well, ESPECIALLY when you can give them back! And Patriots-Giants? Please. Redskins-Cowboys, always a game of great historical significance! ;-)
Was away through most of holidailies, and it took all my concentration to manage to post, but this made me smile, in spite of having a very sick little dog.
Happy New Year, may the Tunas prosper.
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