Moo, Baa, La La La

I asked Aaron to do a robin, based on the birds outside the window. Instead of chirping, he started listing off, “Raven, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Superman…” I didn’t know whether to explain that Superman was not a Teen Titan, or that I was asking for the bird.

After I read a bedtime story to the kids, my wife takes Aaron to his bedroom where they go through another little bedtime routine.

They lie down on the floor next to each other, and challenge each other, in succession, to make the sound of a certain animal. (Well, at least it used to be just animals.) For example, Lillian would say, “Now do an elephant.” And Aaron would trumpet, and gracefully move his arm in an arc to emulate an elephant’s trunk. Then, he’d challenge her to do a lion, and so on.

I don’t know if Aaron’s been becoming more of a surrealist or if the challenges aren’t, well, challenging enough, but lately the requests have gotten more bizarre. After an animal or two, they end up having to make the sounds of things like water (sound of drinking), walking (crunching), the stars (twinkling), the moon (wave fingers and say, “ooh”) or just about anything else.

My son, the Foley Artist.

David
Lillian
Maddie (4 years old)
Aaron (2 years old)

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