The other day I was able to witness a hilarious and odd conversation between two of my children. Izzy Man, almost six, seems to think that a pseudo stutter in his speech is a cool thing. He was upset because Squiggy, just turned three, had hit him. Izzy wanted Squig to apologize, and Squig didn't seem to have an interest in doing so. I was cleaning the kitchen as the two of them talked. Squig was seated on a kitchen chair, his legs short enough that they stick out straight past the end of the seat. Izzy was standing next to him trying to squeeze out an apology.
Izzy: Squiggy, you...you....you....you...you....you gotta say....say...say...say sorry to...to... me.
Squiggy (silent, relaxed, watching, but not willing to speak)
Izzy: Squiggy, you..you...you...gotta say sorry to me!!!
(repeat scenario at least five times)
Izzy: Squiggy, why...why....why...why did you hit me? Why did you do it?
Squiggy (still silent, peaceful, observant)
Izzy: Squiggy, tell me! Say it! Say it to me! Why...why....why did you hit me?
Squiggy (silent)
(repeat several times)
Izzy: Squiggy, say it! Say it to me! WHY did you hit me?!
Squiggy, in a quiet, measured voice: Why did you hit me?
Izzy, totally annoyed now: NO! NO! NO! Not YOU! ME! You hit ME!
Squiggy (silent)
Izzy: Now say it. Say it. Why did you hit ME??
Squiggy: Why did you hit ME??
Izzy: NO! NO! I didn't hit YOU! YOU hit ME!
Then he takes a moment to think about this, because he can see that this "Who's on first" routine isn't quite working out for him......
Izzy: Squiggy, say, "I am sorry I hit you, Izzy."
Squiggy, still silent.
Izzy repeats this several times.
Izzy: Say it! Say you're sorry to me!
Squiggy: You're sorry to me.
Izzy: NO! NO! You are sorry to ME! You hit me! You are sorry! You need to say sorry!
Squiggy just keeps sitting there.
Izzy: Say I am sorry.
Squiggy: I am sorry.
Izzy: No! No! Say, Izzy, I am sorry that I hit you.
Squiggy, quietly: I am sorry that I hit you.
Izzy: No! Say it LOUDER. Say it right out loud to me.
Squiggy, louder this time: Izzy I am sorry that I hit you.
Izzy: Good. Now give me a hug.
(hugs, departs, satisfied)
It was the most fun I've had unloading and reloading the dishwasher in a long time.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Lost in Translation, take two
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2 comments:
Sounds like your older one did a great job using his words during that little negotiation! That doesn't come naturally. Good job, mom!
Mary, mom to 8
I love it!!!!!
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