It’s always a challenge to sit and have an adult conversation at my house. Any of my friends who have tried to do so, will whole heartedly confirm that to be a true statement. This is, of course, due to my brood of precocious and busy children. Little ears are perked up around every corner of my house, waiting and listening intently to your conversation. Don’t be fooled by their glazed over stare at the television. They all have an acute sense of selective hearing.
An example of this occurred the other night when a friend of mine stopped by for a visit and a glass of wine. We had been chatting away as the youngest of my three boys, played and watched tv. I had been telling my friend about a hilarious, yet lewd Saturday Night Live video my husband had showed me the other day. She had not seen this parody staring Justin Timberlake and his Christmas gift idea and pulled it up on her phone to watch. She glanced at the boys questionably and said “I should wait and watch it at home.”
Excited to see her reaction and laugh along with her, I encouraged her to watch it then and there. Reassuring her that they bleeped out any obscene words and that the boys weren’t paying attention any way. So she turned the volume down low and watched- laughing out loud along with me.
When it was over, we continued to laugh and discuss (in code) the skit, unaware that seemingly unobserving little ears were absorbing everything we were saying. Until Kian (who’s 5), said from his seat on the couch “Truck in the box? Who would cut a hole in a box and then put a truck in the box?”
Without disclosing too much information on my “family” rated blog about the contents of the SNL skit (Google “SNL Justin Timberlake Christmas present”), I will only say that I was torn between side-splitting laughter and relief that he had interpreted the actual words in the skit to be “Truck in the box.” Feeling like mother of the year, again- I answered his inquiry, “I don’t know honey. That’s really silly isn’t it?” This would normally have ended our little discussion, however, at this point my “friend” was crying because she was laughing so hard at the situation.
Now, any of you that are reading this and have children understand completely- when little kids see adults laughing at something they have said, they continue to perform- in an effort to keep the laughter going. So Kian, in his infinite charm, continued to add different items to “the box” while he rapped in the style of JT- a chicken, a cow, a horse etc., all “in the box”- causing my friend to erupt with laughter. Kelan (who’s 2), was not to be out done by his brother and quickly took the stage, adding his own comedic flare to the act by putting sun glasses on and repeating Kian, but in the Terminators voice.
Tears rolling down our faces, sides and stomach aching, my friend and I tried to pull ourselves together, for our own selfish reasons as well as for the best interest of my little guys. So I ruffled their hair and said “You boys are so silly! Let’s get you two up to bed.” At the mention of bed, their laughter and silliness turned into whining and foul dispositions. Feeling safeguarded once I again, I turned to my friend who laughingly said “I told you I should have waited until later.”