The Fish Pond: A Conversation with My 2 Year Old and My MIL

My inlaws were having dinner at my house, and we were having ham steak and those crescent rolls that you roll up yourself and bake. I like to make those because my kids love to help make them and they can't really mess them up or make a mess, two big plusses in my book. I gave everyone their food, but we don't have enough table space for everyone on a regular basis, so everyone was eating picnic style in our living room except Nemo and me. Since my MIL has Parkinson's, she came to eat at the table with Nemo and I. I hadn't given Nemo a crescent roll with his food because he has an annoying propensity for throwing them across the room, but when my MIL sat down, he insisted that he be given a crescent roll. After extracting a promise from him that he wouldn't throw it, I gave him one, and then resumed my conversation with my MIL about the upcoming school year.

I was engrossed in the conversation with my MIL, so only a word here and there from Nemo's incessant chatter penetrated my brain. Then I heard the word "big" so I started to pay more attention.

"It's big! Mom, look! It's big!" I tried to ignore him and continued talking to my MIL.

"Look! Pee comes fra here! Itsh peeing!"

"Is it me, or is he comparing his crescent roll to his package?" asked MIL.

"Yep. I don't know whether to be appalled or proud."

"Oh, definitely proud," she said.

As if it wasn't weird enough that the OB/GYN commented on his package while he was in utero.