Why does batman have horns on his head? Why can’t I fly?
Do dragons eat bananas?
Are ants afraid of me?
Why don’t cows wear underwear?
Why isn’t my nose working? (he had a cold)
Do cows drink milk?
These are just some of the burning questions in the mind of a four year old.
Cole turned four last Sunday which brings to close the last event in our six-week birthday fest (and Mary's chocolate cake trifecta).
At the end of the day he exclaimed “I have everything!” Everything happens to include: new books, new clothes, a cricket set, a batman kite, a guitar, a head lamp, and a skateboard. I am assuming that he was also thankful for a loving family, good health and a roof over his head. It warmed my heart to see him so grateful for everything he received. It was also probably the last time we would be able to meet all his worldly desires, because the next morning he was already asking for roller skates.
Cole is an ideas man. He has grand plans for the future and it is sometimes hard for me to get him to stand back and enjoy the moment. He can think of a rhyme for almost any statement you say to him, so once in a while I finish my sentences with words that he can’t rhyme (like “orange” and “month”). It doesn’t faze him; he will just make up a nonsense word and come away from the exchange thinking he has won.
He is also enamored with music. We got him a little acoustic guitar (with plastic knobs that won’t stay in tune) to assist him in making up his own songs and insert his own lyrics into time honored standards.
In between listening to the wiggles and other children’s CD’s in the car, Mary and I often sneak in a CD of our own liking and he has lately become very fond of Bob Marley. “No woman, no cry” and “Three Little Birds” (don’t worry about a thing, cuz every little thing is gonna be all right”) are his favorite songs at the moment; he does a pretty good punk version of Three Little Birds, which I didn’t even think was possible.
It’s not even a week after his birthday and he already has the next year planned out; which includes feeding us ideas for next year’s cake. We scaled back the size of his cake after it took us a week to finish eating Cora’s bunny behemoth. I was a bit disappointed when he wouldn’t let me put yellow icing flames on the guitar. I think I have my work cut out for me during the next year to show him the virtues of a properly executed flame paint job. It makes everything more awesome. Maybe that is just my formative years of the early 80’s talking.
