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So Chicken and I were drawing together. He said, "we should draw a picture of our family!"
Like most three-year-olds, when he said "we" should draw a picture, what he meant was, "I will give you sometimes contradictory instructions of what to draw. And when your execution falls miserably short, I will flip the fuck out."
But since I'm a masochist, drawing with Chicken is still one of my favorite things. I said, "okay. Who should we draw first?"
"Me!" Chicken replied.
I started drawing him - oval head, two oval eyes, a scribbled cap of straight brown hair...
"Wait! Don't forget the veins!" Chicken interrupted.
"Veins?"
"In my eyes. I need veins in my eyes," he said, holding out the red marker.
"Veins, right."
I tried to draw them in delicately. But it was a fat-tip red Crayola marker. There was no way he wasn't going to look smacked.*
*I totes googled "slang terms for high." Runners-up included: cabbaged, slizzard, gorked, and yippered up.
chicken lives hard either that or there's cat dander about |
He barked, "Now do Buster!"
Oval head, two oval eyes...
"Don't forget his mad eyebrows!"
"Why is he mad?" I asked.
"I don't know," Chicken said. "Maybe I just bit him. Yeah, yeah that's probly it. He needs a yelling mouth too."
"Now do you, Mommy. You're mad, too."
"Why am I mad?"
"Because... uh... just because. You're cranky."
"Mm hmm. Do I have a yelling mouth?"
"Sometimes. Yeah, yeah, definitely a yelling mouth."
"What am I yelling?"
"Just, you know, like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Like that."
"Is he mad too?"
"Yep. Everybody's mad."
daddy looks kind of like a liza impersonator right? you see it right? |
I had my concerns as Chicken gave me increasingly specific instructions on how to best draw each member of our family in a screaming rage.
Is this how he sees us?
Is this how we are?
Is this how he feels?
WHAT IS HE TRYING TO TELL ME?
Yeah, I freaked out a little. But then I was like, you know what? If my kid were for real scarred by the demonstration of healthy albeit intense emotions, I don't think we'd be sitting here together talking openly about them. I'm glad he knows that people get mad. I'm glad he's curious about it.
If anything, I was proud of his understanding of the safe, physical evidence of temper. He asked me to draw a stomping foot, but not a smacking hand. He asked me to draw the eyes not blackened, but veined.
I have no doubt that someday he'll ask me to draw a picture of the whole family smiling, crying, pooping, eating poop, whatever. And when he does, don't you worry, I'll post pictures of that masterpiece too. But until then:
Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present...
The Von Trapp Family Screamers.
ok but let's not tell the doctor about this one though because he will have questions |