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James is four. Four is a cute age: Kids are totally geared to exploring and understanding their world and processing every bit of data that comes into their heads. Their imaginations are developing at a rapidfire pace and some of the stuff they come up with is really laugh-out-loud funny and cute.
One downside of this is that sometimes, they talk a lot. James has hit that developmental point where he's fundamentally incapable of any sort of thought or even motor movement without sound coming out of his mouth. Every single thought rushing through his fast-developing brain *must* emerge from his mouth.
It's exhausting.
In the space of about three minutes he'll jump tangents from what happened at school today to our cat to our cat that passed away to how his pants make his legs feel to the boy at school that likes to tell fart jokes to Thomas the Tank Engine to the days of the week to what birds sound like to how annoying Emmeline is to when he got a bloody nose to how much he likes fruit snacks to playing in the backyard then back to the cat and what cookies are his favorites (Uh-Oh Oreos) to the game on the PlayStation he likes to play.
Bob didn't quite process data this way. He was -- and still is -- a quieter kid, unless you get him going about something *he's* interested in. Then he'll tell you every intricate detail of Yu-Gi-Oh cards or the latest Game Boy Advance ROM he's pirated off the Internet or what games his friends are playing.
What it reminds me of the most is Emmeline, who's equally chatty at seven, and has been as chatty as James is since she was his age. Putting the two of them in the same room is just asking for trouble.
I just hope he grows out of it, for all our sakes.
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LOL!
All I remember from when my flock of little cousins were all around that age was that they loved to climb me (hey look, the REALLY tall older cousin! MOUNT EVEREST! WOO!) and do horsey, Horsey, HORSEY!
One was like a little older at seven and was testing his karate on me. There goes one of my mother's silver earrings.
I lie down they all jump on my back. RIDE!
Oh yeah. And Kareem running gleefully around the house with no underwear. Ask him and he'll deny it outright.
Posted by: chocolate-covered treat | May 2, 2004 09:16 PM
"James has hit that developmental point where he's fundamentally incapable of any sort of thought or even motor movement without sound coming out of his mouth."
Which may not be such a bad thing - think of it as an interesting examination in to how the mind functions. Kinda like the see-through bionic man action figure that were popular when we were kids - also like that game, remember, where you drove a plastic little can into oncoming traffic in a hardwire toy? I like pants. GarageBand would sound funny in pants. Remember the milton bradley simon toy thingie? I'd forgotten about that until just recently. Red yellow green blue. Mix them up an you get grey. Grey as in "grey", Canadian Grey, NOT American "gray", which isn't in most dictionaries. Like Cheddar Cheese - it's spelled "Cheddare" in Canada - it's the french way. Crackers is spelled C-R-A-C-K-E-R-S though, so note to you americans coming across the border - we drive on the right side of the road. Which reminds me of a joke - ...... Blue.
Don't take it so bad that James is verbalising all his thoughts. Some people never grow out of it. Maybe that's why it takes an hour to write an article. A-R-T-I-C-L-E.
Posted by: Fat Bastard Canada | May 4, 2004 04:53 AM