One of my all-time favorite movies is Always.
It stars Richard Dreyfuss, Holly Hunter, and John Goodman.
At one point in the movie, Richard Dreyfuss is in an abandoned airplane hangar, after finding out he is dead, and he meets up with a homeless man.
The man can’t see him, but he repeats every last word that Richard Dreyfuss says.
It’s how Dreyfuss figures out how to communicate with the living.
It’s a funny scene, and it has always stayed with me.
No more so than recently when I seem to have my own clairvoyant toddler.
Living with Tiny is like living with that homeless man in the hangar, in that he repeats every single last word we say.
“Tiny, do you want milk or water?”
“Tiny, do you want water or milk?”
It’s quite amusing.
Almost as amusing as listening to him spell his name, (which is actually Michael).
Took me awhile to figure out that he says his “A’s” and “8′s” the same, so naturally, what comes after “A” pronounced like “8?”
One of the blogs I read frequently posted this post a few years ago.
I remember reading it, then reading the comments, and laughing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath.
At at the time, I had just found out I was pregnant with Tiny and Baby Monkey was pretty much out of the toddler stages.
Still, it made me laugh.
I just went back to it a few days ago, and laughed even harder because, once again, I can relate.
Then, this was posted on Facebook last night and it also made me laugh.
Because kids, at any age, present challenges, but there is nothing quite like a toddler.
Remember yesterdays post about how much I loved the SuperBowl tradition?
Yeah, that was written on Saturday.
How did the SuperBowl actually turn out at our house?
With us putting out the snacks and then having to pull them all off the coffee table, and into the kitchen, on the counter where toddler hands couldn’t literally sink both hands into the Cheetos, then drag his orange-powdered hands all over the sage green suede-like couches.
Having to rewind a commercial three times, because every time it played, you missed the funniest line because someone was telling us that he was “tooting” and screaming for us to bring back the “nacks!”
With toddlers, you can plan if you want.
But, you might as well not even bother.