Monday night, Michael’s mommy was pretty tired. Given recent events and the recovery thereof, she’s understandably a little less than 100 percent lately. So after cleaning all day and dealing with a four-year-old for a good portion of the remainder, it was entirely within her rights to sit down and take a breather, and watch her daughter play Guitar Hero III on our new Wii.
Michael doesn’t see it that way. Her break is his opportunity. He figures “she’s not doing anything else, thus she is free to do what I want her to.”
So when Michael’s sister became fatigued at playing “Slow Ride” for the thirteen thousand four hundred thirty second time and handed me the guitar for me to play for the first time, my wife wanted to watch to see whether my experience at playing a real electric guitar had any bearing on whether or not I could jam on the Wii version.
Michael was not impressed.
“Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?” he persisted, standing just inches before her and calling out loudly.
“Hang on a second, Michael. I want to watch this,” she said.
“Mo-ooooooommmm! Mommmmmy! Maaaaawwwwwwmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee…. Mommy! Mommy! Moooooooooommmmmy!” he continued.
She kept watching me play. I had decided to play “Barracuda” because I still like that song, unlike “Slow Ride,” which I’ve now come to loathe. Particularly because my stepdaughter insists upon selecting the Shirtless Punk Rocker character for her on-screen persona in the band, which creeps me out on a number of levels.
Michael was undaunted.
“Pleeeeeease, mom? Mommy? Come on, mommy! I want you to come with me!”
“No, Michael. I want to watch daddy play for a minute.”
“No! Mommy, come ooooooooon!” he tugged at her hands as she sat there, unyielding. “Mommy! Come on! Please! Come with me!”
“Michael, I want to stay here and watch daddy play! Just give me a minute!”
Sensing defeat, he backed up, and with an angry countenance and great flourish threw his clenched fists downward and shouted “BARNACLES!”
I must give kudos to the creators of SpongeBob for supplying my child with an easily assimilated and entirely satisfying alternate curse word. He could have said a lot worse.
That is adorable.
And using that word will probably take him through about 5th grade!
I love Spongebob.
lol i guess there is something good about that show after all. i don’t know why but, that show irks me!
Oh Cinders and Ashes! He must have been so cross!! (that bout of cursing brought to you by Thomas the Tank Engine).
@Melisa – I’m hoping it takes him all the way through college.
@nonna – the show has jumped the shark. The first and second seasons were priceless, though. Particularly “pizza delivery”, “pineapple house” and “rock bottom” Ask any fan!
@BusyDad – this explains why he just never could get interested in Thomas the Tank Engine.
That’s awesome! Let us know when he pulls the “dolphin squeak” out of his hat.
See if you can teach him the porpoise “bleep” sounds from the “Eels and Escalators” episode. Classic.
What, did you two call each other before commenting? Or is it one of those GMTA kinds of things? Anyway… you can rest assured, he’s already working on that noise. He’s a veritable Gerald McBoingBoing.
Since her comment is first, she’ll take all of the credit (as usual). That is kinda creepy though, huh Weaselmomma? Maybe there is something to your theory.
I prefer cockles, but potato/pa-tah-to.
@NukeDad – maybe there’s a mole. A weasel-mole.
@Momo – You gotta go with your gut on these things. I’m sure he’ll move up to Tartar Sauce next.