We’ve entered the awkward “say what’s on your mind!” stage of being three.
It’s crushingly embarrassing. This weekend we tried a new restaurant and when someone sat down next to us (he was a large guy but not “large” just stature-wise) and our son announced to the entire restaurant that he would need a BIG DIAPER.
Diapers? I don’t know why they’re back in our conversation or why he thinks he can size up people with them, or that he has any idea why an adult would wear one … but alas. I have never tried harder to close my child’s mouth … with no success.
This morning in the post office he announced to the lobby that he let a Brown Person in the door. He means absolutely nothing by it, obviously, and we talk about the differences in people all the time – how beautiful we all our in our differences yet when my son refuses to call any female a she and continually says “he” for every person and then adds a color to their description. It makes me want to crawl out of there.
My daughter went through this too but on such a smaller scale. I’m pretty sure she got the picture soon after her first time announcing something like this when we hushed her and asked her to quietly share her thoughts with mom and dad, not the entire dinner table. Which also opened the door to better conversations about the uniqueness of “you” and “me”.
I almost don’t dare take my guy any where in this stage – he’s noticing the world around him but he has no Political Correctness in his vocabulary and the public around us is much less forgiving of his curiosity than we are.