My 3 year old son takes full advantage when people give him preferences or choices. My son has been suffering from fever for the last few days. Last evening, our family doctor examined him and found that the temperature was high. In a kind and friendly tone, the doctor asked, “Boy, you seem to have a high temperature, which one do you prefer? an injection or a syrup?”. He, “A syrup! and ensure that it is sweet, because the syrup that you gave last time was bitter.”
My 3 year old son thinks a daddy has the ability to do anything. Last evening, he had hiccups and says to me, "Dad, ask..uhp...hiccups to stop. It...uhp..is annoying" In fact, he was pointing hands to himself and was talking to hiccups, "Hiccups, stop it...uhp... else I will tell my dad...uhp"
My 3 year old son's clarity about the words "Breakfast, lunch and dinner" made me embarrassed. I defined my son, "You have to have a light breakfast, heavy lunch and mild dinner". Last week we were having dinner with one of my close relatives and my relative was actually hungry and had ordered a heavy dinner. My son said, "Dad, I think he(my relative) is having lunch, not dinner"
My mother is against violence. And she expects me, as a son, to be that way. She politely says to me "I will kill you if you watch violent movies". How kind! My second son, 1.5 year old, has learned to walk but taking turns is still a rocket science for him. He walks until there is no obstacle in his path—usually wall—and then starts crying, which means someone has to pick him and drop him in an obstacle-free path so that he can walk further. And, mostly, that “someone” happens to me. So, now, I have a new pick-drop task in addition.
My son (Sushrith) stops crying when I cry louder and harder than him. I don't know whether this is some kind of law of physics or one of the postulates of Rocket science, but it works. He goes "umhn:(uuuuuuumhnnnn:(((((" then, I go "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmhhn:(uummmhhhhn:(:((". He stares at me for a moment and goes back to what he was doing(play)
My son relates every incident to his own life. I was upset about the petrol price hike and he says, "I think now you are able to understand how bad I feel when you don't buy me chocolates."
My son repeats what I say and I repeat what my wife say. Recently, I, “Hey”. He, “Hey”. I, “Come here”. He, “Come here”. I, “Stop repeating what I say”. He, “Stop repeating what I say”. I, "I said stop it", He, "I said stop it". Meanwhile, my wife entered reading newspaper, “Petrol price hike again”, I, “PETROL PRICE HIKE AGAIN?”.
My son saves lot of my energy. He knows exact words and phrases I use when he does a mistake and he says those words and phrases to himself on my behalf. Last evening, he spilt a cup of milk; I looked at him and he continued with a harsh tone to himself, “HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO BE CAREFUL. LOOK, WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. WILL YOU PLEASE BEHAVE YOURSELF?” then, turned towards me and said, “Isn’t it dad?”
My son thinks he is hygienic but he is not. Last evening, he dropped candy on the floor and sterilized it by blowing on it, somehow assuming this will remove all the germs.
My son(sushrith) is growing up. He has started asking questions, "what is this? why is it like this? who does what?" . But he must understand that I'm not smart. I'm not intelligent. In fact, if I were smart, he wouldn't have been born in the first place.
My three year old son doesn’t seem to understand the concept of marriage. He thinks marriage is all about getting gifts. Recently, we had been to a marriage and he saw the couples getting big boxes of gifts. He turned towards me and said, “Dad, shall we get married? After marriage give all toy gifts to me”
My 3 year son should understand that there is something called coincidence. Recently, I was yelling at him for one of his bad behaviors; meanwhile, I was also helping him wear his new shirt that has a zipper instead of shirt buttons. While yelling at him, I pulled the zipper and his skin got trapped and wounded. He assumes that I did it intentionally to hurt him. Now, He hates me thinking that I punished him.
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