Someone's been watching The Ten Commandments.
Henry's in a pro-Dad, neutral-on-Mom phase, and I am utterly, completely okay with that. "Only Dad plays right," he tells me, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Oh," I say, and try to look bereft. So I can't sit on the ground and play with guys for hours, is that what you're telling me, son? I have to sit here and read a book or talk on the phone or just NOT PLAY LEGOS while Scott gets all the quality time? I will somehow choke down my disappointment. Somehow.
Scott even won the religion wars. I didn't know we were fighting them, but Henry began and ended the conflict in one devastating blow. Henry and I were talking about his half-Jewish, half-Catholic status, and he asked me, "which one is Dad?" "Jewish," I said, and that was all Henry had to hear. "Then I'm Jewish, too." He kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, but I'm Jewish."
I called the Pope, and we had a good cry over it.
When Scott got home, I told him about our discussion. "What did you decide, Henry?" I prompted.
"That I am a Hebrew," he said, "like my father."
Then Scott muttered something like the metal is ready for the Maker's hand, and they demanded that I set them free, to build their glorious Lego temples to the God of Abraham. Of course I allowed it, for I am a just and benevolent ruler. So it is written, and so it shall be done.










December 18, 2007
Reader Comments (39)
Maybe when she gets older and more annoying I'll handle it better.
(have I beat you yet, spam filter??)
I'll be kicking myself in 10 years for saying that.
Is it wrong that I find myself occasionally longing for this phase? My kid's two and a half. How long do you reckon I have to wait?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1kqqMXWEFs
to a you tub re-cut of a 'preview' for the movie.
Also 'I am a Hebrew like my father?' Henry makes me laugh every time. No fair.
My son though is a champ in church. He is quiet, he likes it, he says stupid stuff on Sundays like "Yay church!" He is either a budding priest or a reincarnation of my grandmother sent to make sure I always go to mass.
One of mine is a real Daddy's girl. Lucy (who's three) digs me enough, but she would leave me moaning and bleeding in the street if she saw her father coming 'round the corner.
As long as she's talking to one of us, I'm cool.
On the other hand, he's the one with all the money. To spend. On her. Which trumps all of my good qualities.
"I'm not a full-blooded Jew. I'm JewISH."
Makes me giggle every time AND is approved by a friend who is Puerto Rican/Jewish.
I have liked reading your blog these past couple of months, it takes me out of my babysitting slump (re: I hate children, I never want to have my own) to an "I can handle it" hi. Thanks!
p.s. I'm one of 8 kids, so I know it's not rosy moments all the time, but you do make it sound fun.