It’s Funny Because it’s True

Building Blocks

“Mummy?” called five-year-old Big Brother.

“Yes?”

“Can you come and look at my building?”

I sighed, but abandoned the sink full of dirty dishes, shook my hands free of most of the soapy water, and walked to the playroom. Big Brother had built an impressive tower of blocks. “That’s great!” I said. Enthusiastically.

“Thanks,” he said, already paying more attention to his building than to me.

I returned to the kitchen.

Two minutes of silence.

“Mummy?”

“Yes?”

“Come have a look at it now.”

“I’ll be there in just a minute,” I said, trying to get just one more plate clean.

“Okay, but don’t be long.”

One… one thousand… two… one thousand … three …

“Are you coming?”

“Coming!” I shook my hands again and returned to the playroom. There were an additional four blocks on the tower. “Looking good,” I said.

“Thanks.”

Return to the kitchen. Stick hands in water.

“Mummy? Come have a look now!”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said. Seriously, he hadn’t even had time to do anything yet!

“Okay. Are you coming now?”

“In just a minute.”

Two-year-old Little Brother wandered past me into the playroom. I sighed and followed. This could only end in tears. (Probably mine.) In the past, the only reason Little Brother ever wanted to go near the building blocks was so he could destroy whatever his brother was working on.

But not this time.

By the time I got there, Little Brother had stacked a few blocks on top of each other. “Brother!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Brother!”

“Yes?” said Big Brother.

“Look! Look!”

Big Brother looked up from his building and nodded, “That’s good, Little Brother.” Then he looked at me. “Look at my building, Mummy!”

He’d added another half-dozen blocks. In all fairness, it was pretty awesome. “You’re doing a great job,” I said. “What’s the bit on the side?”

“A stable for the horses.”

“Great job.”

Then I returned to the kitchen.

One… one thousand… two…

Little Brother’s shrill voice. “Brother! Brother! Brother! Look!”

Big Brother. “That’s good.”

Silence.

Little Brother again. “Brother! Look! Brother! Look!”

“That’s good, Little Brother. Mummy! Come look at my building!”

I sighed. I knew it was too good to last. “Coming,” I called.

I walked into the playroom to see Little Brother proudly waving his hand in front of his older brother’s face and pointing to his own building. “Big Brother! Look! Look! Look!”

With a frustrated sigh, Big Brother stared at him. “Little Brother, you don’t have to show me every single thing you build, you know.”

Ah, sweet irony.

I don’t think either of them understood why I collapsed into near-hysterical laughter.

 

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10 responses to “It’s Funny Because it’s True

  1. Hahahahaha!!!! Practice what you preach, Big Brother. I have fond memories of Beth and I constantly yelling, “Look Mommy!!” when we were in the pool at our grandparent’s house. We were amazing in that pool and did tricks and feats that cannot be replicated and it was very important to us that she missed not a single one.

    If I ever had another baby (HAHAHAHAHA!!!) I would make it call me Mummy. I love that. It’s so much softer. Maybe I’ll ask Noah to do it now. I’ll let you know how that works out. Probably as well as kissing me goodbye in front of 30 7th graders.

    • You know, it’s funny that I don’t have memories of doing the same thing. I’m sure I did it (doesn’t every kid?) but I don’t remember it being a big deal. Mostly I just remember my brother and sister yelling at each other, me trying to be the peacemaker, and then them both turning on me. Fun times. 🙂

  2. It is even funnier when adults do it.

    As I was leaving a cafe a few weeks ago I attempted to circumnavigate a mother grabbing her young son and telling him sternly to stop playing and watch where he was going because he nearly bumped into that lady, With the inevitability of low comedy she then stepped backward onto my foot.

    Only the physical distraction prevented me from laughing.

  3. LOL! They are so cute! It’s amazing how they do and say things that are so ironic! Love it 😀

  4. This is my life. Oh my gosh – this is my life. I’d document it, but I am too busy checking on the status of the latest tower, stable, etc.
    Experiencing it through your eyes helps me to appreciate it all over again. (vs. being annoyed by it.)

    • Sometimes we really do need to take a step back out of our own “stuff” to appreciate the wonders of childhood, don’t we? Especially when it’s the type of wonders that leave us in need of wine. (Or, in your case, copious amounts of ice cream.)

  5. They don’t understand because they’re kids and kids suck. You are the best mom ever though. Seriously, I’d have only gone back once. This is why your kids are so much smarter than mine.

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