Old Wise Man VS A College Frat Boy

I used to believe that my child had the soul of an old wise man (I pictured his soul to be spending his days on the front porch of an old country farm (painted white of course), sitting on an old rocking chair swaying to and fro, gazing into a wheat field, pondering the meaning of life and the reason for our existence.

I thought this because as a baby, Chase used to be calm as a summer’s evening and loved to wear hats and matching sweater-vests (Come to think of it, it’s not like my infant matched his hats and sweater-vests together- so maybe I was contributing to his old man complex.)  Any-who, I’m starting to think that nowadays Chase is more of a 20 year old frat boy at heart instead of a wise old man. 

Recently, my child has:

-        Asked his childcare provider’s husband if he likes “whisky.”  (What 2 year old strikes up a conversation about whisky? None- but a college frat boy would.)

-        My child cannot keep his hands off of his “man jewels.” It’s like there is a magnetic force going from his hand to his genitals, pulling them together at all costs. 

-        My child has told me that he enjoys “chew tobacco” on more than one occasion. (Can you actually picture a 2 year old with a huge dip in his bottom lip trying to sing the theme song to Barney and Friends, using his Mickey Mouse Club House sippy cup as a spitter? Of course he would need an adult to remove the lid off of his cup first.)

   

I rest my case. 

Chase during his wise, old man days- calmly sleeping, sweater-vest and all.