As the mom of a socially awkward five-year-old boy, I’ve often wanted to be a fly on the wall when he’s talking to his friends. Yeah, I admit I want to see who starts the potty talk and which one says “lookit,” but I really want to hear how Owen interacts with his friends.
I got that chance today, or as close to it as I’ll probably get, when I picked up Owen and his friend, Colin, from school for a playdate. As the chauffeur in the front seat (and not possessing the proper Bionicle lingo to be taken seriously) I was virtually invisible, and every question I asked about how school was went unanswered. I gave up and eavesdropped. After Colin was satisfied with the reasons Owen took off his shoes the moment he entered the car, the conversation went something like this:
Colin: “Sometime Sawyer (2-year-old brother) takes off his shoes too.”
Owen: “Yeah, and his clothes a lot too.”
Colin: “And sometimes his diaper (the mystery of the potty talk is becoming clearer).”
Owen: “Ewwww! Did you see his underwear?”
So if you were a fly on the wall, you too might hear the sweet sounds of pure innocence, with a little dopey thrown in.