Wednesday, March 14, 2012

on bathroom talk and blooming relationships

Pics taken with Nate's smart phone, which I pirated while he's gone

We are having glorious weather this week. Last year at this time we had definitely not broken out the shorts sleeves for a few weeks yet. We went to the park again yesterday and had such fun. On our walk, my mind was wandering to what I might write about today on the blog. I thought to myself "I haven't posted Vivisms in a while. I should remember to write down the next funny thing she says." Then literally twenty seconds later, Vivi nearly fell in the road and exclaimed "Oh! I almost tripped on that butt crack in the street!"

I died right there on the spot. I could not compose myself. I can barely keep it together now as I type. I know I'm not supposed to laugh in such toilet humor occasions, but the fact that I had both been thinking about what funny things she might say and that she would immediately hand me a sentence like that was just too much for my in-need-of-a-good-joke-because-I-haven't-spoken-to-a-grown-person-in-hours mind. Besides, it was inadvertent toilet humor. The best kind!

Here's the exchange that followed. It took me a few false starts to get going.

Me: Where-hee. Hehem. Where-haha! HeHEM. Where did you hear that?
Vivi: Hear what?
Me: What you just said. Do you know what it means?
Vivi: Oh. I think a crack button is just something you can trip on in the street.
Me:  {quiet giggle} Ha...How did you hear it?
Vivi: Sometimes my friends use bathroom talk at school (her teachers' phrase, not mine).
Me: Oh? And then what happens?
Vivi: My teachers get sad, and they put my friends in timeout.
Me: Have you ever been in timeout for using bathroom talk?
Vivi: No, I usually just don't stop talking and playing. 

When we arrived at the park, we began making sand castles, and I demonstrated how to dig until she hit wet sand. I love that one of our shovels is a big clam shell we brought home from a trip to Crane Beach last summer. Meanwhile, two teenage girls arrived to the park and began to swing. I'd say they were roughly seventeen based on their topics of conversation. I began to passively take in their convo, and I was amazed at the maturity I heard when a discussion of boys came up.

Girl A: I want him to pay attention to me, but I don't know how to go about it without making a fool out of myself.
Girl B: What you need to do is figure out where his interests lie, find a point of attraction for you, and talk to him about those subjects. After all, it's in the coming together of mutual activities that our relationships really bloom. Don't you think?

I am not embellishing her words. I was stunned. I can't say for sure what I knew on the topic of love at seventeen, but I'm pretty whatever notions I had were nowhere near this sophisticated. It was more like "I wonder if he likes pizza. I like pizza. Maybe we can eat pizza together." But I had no idea what I was doing. The thing about being in my thirties is that I am more likely to share something in common with someone in their fifties than I am a teenager. My teen compass has been obscured by having my own children, to the point where all I can think when I heard this girl speak was "Is it a good thing for her to be this mature, or not? Are all girls this mature now?"

It's actually a frequent occurrence for teens to show up at this park. There's another more lovely, better maintained park nearby in the woods, and most of the moms take their children there. I let Vivi decide where we go, and this week she's chosen the other park for its superior sand pit. It really is almost just one large sandbox with a few random broken plastic toys scattered about. My hunch as to why teens hang there is that not only are their fewer young moms like myself, but the playground equipment is from a bygone era. I'm actually quite surprised the powers that be haven't swung by to collect it all. The monkey bars are one giant cage that rises about 20 feet in the air, and the slide is a rickety, dinged up, old metal contraption that heats to an ungodly temperature in the summer. It makes me nostalgic for the playgrounds of my youth, back when we had seesaws and merry-go-rounds of death. Those were the days.

Notice how it is nearly twice the height of the swingset behind it.

Care for a fried egg?

Are you having great weather this week too? What are you getting out to do?

Editor's note: This post is part of Wordful Wednesday.


Emily Sefcik said...

Hahhahahaha! "Butt crack". Hahahha. I needed that. The weather is nice here (fogging in the morning and sunny in the afternoon). But we've been battling ants in the garden. Not nearly as fun as digging in a sand pit. Perhaps this afternoon we'll need to take a trip to our park. Your play equipment looks like way more fun than ours though. Increased risk of injury always makes it more fun. I'm surprised so many of us made it to adulthood!

The Lone Home Ranger said...

I haven't had to deal with ants yet, but I sense that will come in time, so it's nice to know I'll have a friend out there who's an expert at battling them.

Stacy Uncorked said...

AHAHAHAHA! The butt crack comment cracked me up. And the teens convo? Very interesting! We've had to break out the warm weather duds here this week, too - I'm hoping we don't have a last-minute cold snap to shock our systems, but I'm also hoping it doesn't mean a much hotter and more humid summer than normal since winter was extremely mild this year. :)

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Kathy Combs said...

LOL that is funny. I bet you did about swallow your tongue!! Out of the mouths of babes.


Elizabeth Suisse said...

Funny. I taught my non-native-English-speaking husband the phrase "Just say no" (as in, to crack). Now he says it whenever a crack inappropriately presents itself. Perhaps that's the next phrase for your daughter?

The Lone Home Ranger said...

That IS funny! I love second language malaprops. I'm pretty sure my entire family will call cracks in the road "butt cracks" for the rest of our lives.

sarah saad said...

اهم شركات نقل العفش والاثاث بالدمام والخبر والجبيل اولقطيف والاحساء والرياض وجدة ومكة المدينة المنورة والخرج والطائف وخميس مشيط وبجدة افضل شركة نقل عفش بجدة نعرضها مجموعة الفا لنقل العفش بمكة والخرج والقصيم والطائف وتبوك وخميس مشيط ونجران وجيزان وبريدة والمدينة المنورة وينبع افضل شركات نقل الاثاث بالجبيل والطائف وخميس مشيط وبريدة وعنيزو وابها ونجران المدينة وينبع تبوك والقصيم الخرج حفر الباطن والظهران
شركة نقل عفش بجدة
شركة نقل عفش بالمدينة المنورة
شركة نقل عفش بالرياض
شركة نقل عفش بالدمام
شركة نقل عفش بالطائف
شركة نقل عفش بمكة

sarah saad said...

شركة تنظيف خزانات بجدة الجوهرة من افضل شركات تنظيف الخزانات بجدة حيث ان تنظيف خزانات بجدة يحتاج الى مهارة فى كيفية غسيل وتنظيف الخزانات الكبيرة والصغيرة بجدة على ايدى متخصصين فى تنظيف الخزانات بجدة
شركة تنظيف خزانات بجدة
اهم شركات كشف تسربات المياه بالدمام كذلك معرض اهم شركة مكافحة حشرات بالدمام والخبر والجبيل والخبر والاحساء والقطيف كذكل شركة تنظيف خزانات بجدة وتنظيف بجدة ومكافحة الحشرات بالخبر وكشف تسربات المياه بالجبيل والقطيف والخبر والدمام
شركة مكافحة حشرات بالدمام
شركة كشف تسربات المياه بالدمام


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