Sunday
May132012
My Thoughtful and Funny Son
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Today is Mother's Day and my partner and daughter arrived back from a two week visit with my in-laws just before dinner, so for most of the day it was just seven-year old Julian and I.
This morning, I was woken up to the sound of cutlery, dishes, and the fridge opening and closing shortly after 6:00am. About ten minutes later, Julian appeared in my room with my Mother's Day breakfast in bed. It was a German bun ("pretzel bread") that he cut in half and shaped like hearts with raspberry jam on it and a glass of juice. He then left and reappeared with four Mother's Day cards he'd made for me, two in English, one in French and one in German.
After I got out of bed, had coffee, and showered, we headed out to the Ottawa Farmer's market and spent a small fortune on amazing local foods (our garden is coming along, but not producing much yet). We had then planned to take a trunk full of wine and beer bottles back to the Beer Store, but didn't realize that it only opened at noon.
With more than an hour to spare, we decided to grab some brunch at a diner near the Beer Store. While we were waiting for our food to arrive, I learned the downside of teaching your children the proper names for genitalia and teaching them about menstruation. Checking out the dessert menu on the wall, he thought it was absolutely hilarious to loudly say "Red Vulva Cake?!?" over and over again. I now understand the wisdom of waiting to have "The Talk" until after children have passed the "bodily functions are so funny" stage.
After brunch, we were walking back to the Beer Store, which is next to a Loblaws (a large supermarket chain, for those of you who aren't from here). Julian turned to me and said "do they make the laws at Loblaws?". I said, "no, actually, the make the laws in Parliament." Without missing a beat, he said, "oh, I thought they made the laws in China. They make everything in China."
And then my funny little man helped me with the gardening and the laundry while we waited for the others to arrive home to big cuddles.
Happy Mothers Day everyone. I hope your day was as great as mine. Have a piece of Red Vulva Cake and celebrate yourself. :)
Image credit: rox sm on flickr
This morning, I was woken up to the sound of cutlery, dishes, and the fridge opening and closing shortly after 6:00am. About ten minutes later, Julian appeared in my room with my Mother's Day breakfast in bed. It was a German bun ("pretzel bread") that he cut in half and shaped like hearts with raspberry jam on it and a glass of juice. He then left and reappeared with four Mother's Day cards he'd made for me, two in English, one in French and one in German.
After I got out of bed, had coffee, and showered, we headed out to the Ottawa Farmer's market and spent a small fortune on amazing local foods (our garden is coming along, but not producing much yet). We had then planned to take a trunk full of wine and beer bottles back to the Beer Store, but didn't realize that it only opened at noon.
With more than an hour to spare, we decided to grab some brunch at a diner near the Beer Store. While we were waiting for our food to arrive, I learned the downside of teaching your children the proper names for genitalia and teaching them about menstruation. Checking out the dessert menu on the wall, he thought it was absolutely hilarious to loudly say "Red Vulva Cake?!?" over and over again. I now understand the wisdom of waiting to have "The Talk" until after children have passed the "bodily functions are so funny" stage.
After brunch, we were walking back to the Beer Store, which is next to a Loblaws (a large supermarket chain, for those of you who aren't from here). Julian turned to me and said "do they make the laws at Loblaws?". I said, "no, actually, the make the laws in Parliament." Without missing a beat, he said, "oh, I thought they made the laws in China. They make everything in China."
And then my funny little man helped me with the gardening and the laundry while we waited for the others to arrive home to big cuddles.
Happy Mothers Day everyone. I hope your day was as great as mine. Have a piece of Red Vulva Cake and celebrate yourself. :)
Image credit: rox sm on flickr
Reader Comments (8)
Hilarious! I'll never forget when I introduced my son to a friend's daughter who had been adopted from China, and he triumphantly announced that "he came from his mom's China, too!" Happy Mother's Day to a great mother, blogger and changemaker!
red vulva cake. my mom's china. best mother's day laughs ever.
thank you.
Well done on raising a generous and funny boy. One who is named the best name for a little boy, ever.
But what age is it exactly when most people find bodily functions noonger funny? I'm s waiting for thy phase in my husband.
LOL, Jen.
Actually, that isn't his real name. It is his "Internet" name, but he chose it because he likes it.
Sweet Mothers Day to you!
AND...thank you for the morning giggle..this is such a fab way to spend any day let alone mothers day...I luv your little mans humour...and what wit!!
I will now think of him every time I have a piece of red vulva cake...and that sounds very odd...
Glas you had a fab day..Cheers
This makes me look forward to the years to come.
(For now my almost three years old only embarrasses me with the f word. And only at home, thankfully. This morning, though, when I said I needed to go pee, he told me I couldn't because I don't have a penis. That's when vulva was introduced. Thanks for the headsup regarding where that information might lead...)
Now I have to make Red Vulva Cake for International Women's Day every year--just too good not to establish a new tradition! Your little boy sounds so awesome. Mine is too little to do that sort of thing just yet, but we definitely enjoy our special outings together. Thanks for sharing your day with us!