October 22, 2006

Four Year Old Connections

I’ve known Tater, VW’s eldest pretty much since he was born. VW and I used to go to breakfast when he was just a little dude, barely sitting in a chair.

Now Tater is in pre-K 4 and in his class is a little man I’ll call, Jack. Jack is the youngest of three boys and his eldest brother is in Ringo’s class. I’ve known Jack since… he was in utero.

So imagine my surprise to find out that two women I know really well, one of them one of my dearest friends since college and the other the Mom of one of my eldest son’s best friends, neither of whom know each other, each have a son in this same preschool class.

They don't live in the same neighborhood, their kids won't go to the same elementary schools and neither of them is the Protestant denomination of the preschool they send their children too.

Palm Beach County is pretty big. But I call it ‘The 6 degree of North Palm Beach County”. Be careful what you say, 'cause chances are whoever you’re saying it to is related to or is the neighbor of, or has a cousin three times removed who is married to, whoever you are speaking of.

It is unreal sometimes.

Anyway, I was at a picnic/birthday party on Saturday when I saw Jack. I have found that Jack and Tater can both be… difficult to understand. It’s still like that at age four sometimes. It takes a while for certain letters in speech to ‘come in’ so its just a matter of understanding each child’s speech patterns.

So I said to Jack, “Dude! I know someone in your pre-school class! Do you know Tater?”

My two eldest boys were watching him with me, watching him think. Jack replied in his little screechy 4 year old voice, “I know Tater. (Jack is pulling on his hair.) He has blonde hair and… he is pimple boy.”

First off… I was surprised he said, ‘blonde hair’ as all three of my boys used to say, “white hair.” Second… I looked at my boys and said, “Did he say Pimple boy?”

Jack said, “NOOOOO. PI-MPLE boy…”

I stood there puzzled still and Ringo said, “No Mom… Pickle boy.”

This made me laugh even harder. Tater has this alter ego, “Super Pickle Boy”. And the fact that this alter ego has made it into his 4 year old class so completely cracks me up… but what has me laughing even harder is the fact he was able to actually convey this to his little buddy, Jack.

I can’t understand a damn thing these kids say sometime but they have NO PROBLEM understanding each other.

Heh. Pickle Boy…

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Comments

Improviser was almost impossible to understand at that age too. I hated it when he would come up and obviously ask a question. I couldn't just pipe up with a yes because Got knows what I was giving him permission to do.

Posted by: Sticks at October 23, 2006 04:58 AM

That is very funny. I got a paper home the other day where the 'cat' was named 'piglet boy'. I think the teachers may have a hard time understanding it as well. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at October 23, 2006 06:35 AM

Ha!

Posted by: Oddybobo at October 23, 2006 09:01 AM

LOL! Pickle boy? LOL!!! That's hysterical. Hey, that's one heck of an original costume he can make for himself. Especially if he fashions it after Larry from Veggie Tales.

Posted by: michele at October 23, 2006 10:59 AM