As I put Jack to bed tonight, he began to explain to me in Toddlerbabble the scientific method involving his milk and how it makes it through to the sippy-lid of his sippy-cup. I believe the sound effect referenced here was "Pfilidoopfilzoop." I tried very hard to look serious during this lesson because I did not want to convey that this was by any means a subject topic not worth my undivided attention.
Forever, as a member of the female gender, I have been perplexed at a male's ability to produce such realistic sound effects. In my short-lived life, I have attempted the "machine gun", the "car", a "motorcycle", and various animals in mating; none of which I have mastered; all sounding similar to the next. Having a young boy has certainly increased my desire to master such skill.
Now, as it stands, I witnessed my son giving a go at producing his own realistic sound effect. I was simply awed by this. Of course, this does not include first words like "boom" or "beep". I mean, something as complex as "Pfilidoopfilzoop"? He isn't even three yet! Definitely a boy. I am one proud mom. Not only did he articulate the process of milk entering the fast flow valve and entering the sippy-lid, he related a sound effect in which this occurs. Not audible by any other person than the 'drinker'. For reasons unknown, I feel this is a stepping stone to brilliance.
In recent months, Jack has also identified a bond between himself and Mr. Freddie Mercury. For those of you that don't know who this is...Freddie Mercury was the lead singer of Queen, brilliant artist, not very aesthetically pleasing to the eye, gay, who died of the AIDS virus some time ago. Jack has decided to be Freddie Mercury for Halloween. This stifling announcement excites me, and worries me all at the same time. I am excited to participate in costume design, and also to not have to contribute to any character idol (last year's Mickey Mouse - not so thrilled) that lacks originality. I am worried to promote this type of dress to my toddler, as he might see it fit to resume his full costume dress throughout the year. He has already deemed his winter boots as "Queen" boots and insists that he wear them all of the time. He peed in these boots and I have washed them - they have been drying for four days. No matter where I hide them...he finds them. He comes swantering out of nowhere in these winter boots, usually on the wrong feet, insisting that he where these "Queen" boots, "like-ah Freddee Mul-cullly".
I actually learned "We Will Rock You" on my acoustic - a bluesy version of my own of course - so that we can rock out together. It is our hope that by practice we can get this act up for public viewing.
Till Next Time...
