Buttered Peas

It constantly amazes me how difficult it can be to communicate with people even when you are speaking the same language. I guess no two people really do speak the same language. The other night my husband was eating a bowl of buttered peas when our six year old sat down beside him. Chris said, "Do you want a bite of my peas?" Grey answered, "Not with the butter". "Then you want it without the butter?" Chris asked. Grey replied, "No, without the peas."

This small interchange was so funny to me, I still find myself laughing about it! I just love it when our kids out-smart us. Of course it's not difficult for them. We're adults and they're at an age where they still know everything.

Grey was three years old when Utah was busily preparing to host the Winter Olympics. A giant parking lot for spectators was built down the hill from us. We drove by the parking lot every day that summer with the sun glimmering off the hot, black surface. Grey was convinced that what he was seeing was light reflecting off a lake. Chris took this opportunity to drive me crazy by agreeing with our son and making comments about how we would be going swimming and boating there. If you know anything about three year olds they do not let discussions like this drop. Day in and day out, we drove by that parking lot with Grey telling me it was a lake and with me saying no, it was a parking lot. Months passed and I thought it would never end. Then came the day when we saw men painting yellow parking spaces on the lot. As we passed, Grey stated confidently, "Yep. I was right. It's a parking lot." I felt like screaming but all I could do was reply, "Yes dear, you're always right."