Curious

The Jibbers likes sparkly pink. He also likes to wear his shirt backwards. When I asked him why, he told me that some of the pictures are scary. Now he’s in a phase where it’s freezing in Arizona and he wants to go shirtless. He asked me to go shirtless too – I said no. I don’t know why he insists on wearing his dark blue shorts (luckily we have three pairs of them) and no shirt, but that’s him.

He likes to ‘draw’ which means to colour and draw in preschool talk. He uses only one colour at a time: just red, then just black, then just blue. When he does draw in his little notebook, it is one big splotch that could also be Mama or Papa or whatever he decides, just be sure to ask him first before you comment.

The Jibbers catches bugs. Lots of them. He runs outside and in a matter of five minutes (“How many seconds?”) his fists are full of bugs, much to my chagrin. He will watch their legs, and their antennae and their bodies when he accidentally squishes them – we’re still trying to get him to be gentle with them. I’ll keep a ‘bug holder’ in the hopes of saving a few. We’ll be earwigs or crickets or cockroaches for the day. Ew. But he likes it.

He will stretch two pairs of socks on his hands and feet and dig in the laundry like an armadillo. He’ll crawl on all fours like a grizzly bear, and wave his arm like the trunk of an elephant.

He takes apart everything; a pen, an old radio, his sewing machine, his toy ship and the bathroom sink faucet. He just wants to know how things work and where does the water come from.

Whenever we have to leave him for a couple of minutes to use the bathroom or after putting him to bed he asks: “How long?” “Two minutes.” “How many seconds?” “120 seconds.”

Inspired by I Don’t Understand, So I’ll Let You Be.