He’s always had opinions, I’m sure. But as he grows up and learns new words and realizes that he has the ability to voice those opinions, they seem to get, how shall I say it, stronger. More impassioned. More adament.
THE FAVORITE SHIRT
We’ve entered the territory of “the favorite shirt”. It used to be that I could dress Owen up like a little baby doll and he couldn’t care less about what he was wearing. Onesies all day and all night? Sure. Leggings? Why not. Overalls? Whatever. Pajamas to the grocery store? Yep. He couldn’t have cared less if the shirt was striped or polka dotted or purple or green. Recently he’s been really into identifying what’s on his shirt (“tipes” stripes, “soh-kohs” circles/polka dots, a fire engine, a dinosaur, etc.). Once he figured out what was on this shirt, it trumped every other shirt in the drawer.
The “car shirt”. When he wakes up in the morning, Owen asks, “car shirt?”. When he has to take it off for his bath at night, he whimpers, “car shirt”. When it is covered in hummus and paint and germs after a day at daycare and I explain that it has to go in the wash, Owen repeats, “Car shirt. Dirty. Wash.”.
It’s not my favorite shirt. In fact, I think it’s a shirt from the movie “Cars”, which irks me even more. We have very few, if any, pieces of character or tv/movie-related clothing. (So far! Believe me, I’m sure I’ll be forced to give in on this issue as he gets older.). It… bugs me. But that’s another post for another time. Despite my own hesitation about the shirt, the kid is clearly in love.
Lord help us when he grows out of it (which will be soon!).
We have a book called “Goodnight, Boston”. You’ve probably seen them about your city as well, a sort of knock-off “Goodnight Moon”. We got it as a baby shower gift and have given it a few times too. Cute, right? Sure… except that the book is actually pretty lame. It doesn’t have a rhythm or rhymes or interesting words. But still, it has a picture of the building where I work (that Owen likes to say night-night to when we read it) and some other landmarks that he will understand as he gets older, so we read it.
After looking at all of the pictures and talking extensively about each one, Owen is convinced that there is a penguin in the picture below.
Oh, you don’t see the penguin (or “pen-ghin”, the way Owen says it)?
He’s right up there in the boat. He may look like a seagull to you or I, but apparently, HE IS A PEN-GHIN. Owen is 100% certain.
What do your kids have strong opinions about?