I first met Kevin Makice, it was from Twitter. He's working on a project to try and connect the Bloomington community through technology. Personally, I love the idea. Later, I met him at Bloomington Startup weekend. After that, I met his wife Amy at a blogging conference. (These are the same people whose dog passed away not too long ago.)
I have yet to meet their two sons, Carter (8) and Archie (almost 5). I can't wait to meet them. Kevin and Amy blog about them, and I swear these kids are going to take over the world someday.
Posted by Amy, today:
Carter: Do you think humans are the most powerful race?
Me: Hmmm?
Carter: Ben says they are, Im not sure-
Me: In what context?
Carter: It started because we were talking about trees, and I said, trees should really be able to get up, walk across the yard and carve their initials on humans stomachs. Then Ben said Humans are the most powerful race and they have a responsibility to be the most powerful race, more powerful than trees, so they have a right to carve on them if they want.
Me: What do you think?
Carter: I think humans might be the most powerful race, but it doesnt mean they have to be the most destructive and dangerous.
Weve worked at keeping track of those precious kid conversations over the years- but its hard to take the time. Twitter has made it even easier because I can jot down the smaller tidbits that would otherwise get lost. Whenever I have a moment, I sit down at the computer, or my phone, and quickly send an OH tweet. For the twitter newbies, you can recognize these by the OH (standing for overheard) at the start of the tweet.
Carters overheard tweets cover the gamut of educational to just plain crazy. Here are a few of my favorites.
Scientific:
But Archie, a mosquito is so small itd be dead before it finished sucking all your blood. Theres really no reason to be afraid of it.
Negotiating:
Even though weve seceded, since we live so close could you help us out and hand us a couple of spoons?
(In response to me telling him its time to come inside) It cant be! I havent seized the day yet!
Mom? Do we have any rat poison? We need it to add an element of death.
You could grant me $50 or alternatively you could be the subject of a comic strip called mindless mama.
Speculative:
Its not likely Ill be a competitive world class swimmer or diver. Much more likely Ill be a noted musician.
Wouldnt it be funny if someones last words were you have mustard on your chin?
Unusual declarations:
Im playing a blues oboe solo in honor of Dad. At least its a slightly sad oboe solo. I dont really know how to play the blues yet.
Mom, dont bake this, its got gunpowder in it.
I want to make a movie called movies about a movie company that makes nc-17 movies targeted for 6 yr olds.
Archie is younger, and his reflect a different developmental stage, although there are certainly similarities.
There are the painfully sweet:
Mama, Im still your sweet little man- only now I look bald. (After a haircut)
Youre so dumb mom, (shocked silence) I mean, funny dumb, Mom- the good kind.
The unexpected:
(Speaking as his Bionicle) You shall feel my BATH!!
Can I play with Yeltsin? Hes funny and his head comes off.
Mom? if we get a parrot, can we make a pirate ship?
The Im developing people skills category:
(In response to Carter calling me the MEANEST PERSON IN THE WORLD) Actually, Dad is a little meaner. (note: later that day he told Dad he was just saying that to make me feel better.)
I feel like he punched me in the face. He punched me in the back, but it felt like being punched in the face.
He used to be my brother, but now hes dead, and I dont like dead people, so hes not my brother now.
July 21: Archie: Are we going to have another baby? Kevin: Well not at the moment. Maybe someday. Archie: (after thinking for a while) Will it come from Aunt Meg? Kevin: What?
Archie: How do babies get here? Kevin: What do you mean? Archie: Well, the first baby. (pause) Where did I come from? Kevin: You came out of Mom. Archie: Where did she come from? Kevin: She came out of Nanna. Nanna came out of her mom, and she came out of her mom, and so on. Archie: Where did you come from? Kevin: I came out of Grammy. She came out of her mom. Archie: But where did the first baby come from? Kevin: Thats an interesting question. Some think God made the first baby, others might believe that we changed from other animals. Archie: What do you believe? Kevin: I believe that were part of a large continuum of life. Thats what I believe. Archie: (after a pause) If I could ask God a question, Id ask where he came from.
Carter and I had almost an hour to debate politics on our way to the Bloomfield Apple Fair last weekend. In between giant lawn signs for Mitch and a pretty cool homemade Obama sign, Carter outlined his desires for the next president.
Carter: What I really hope is our next president takes on King Arthurs philosophy.
Me: (resisting the urge to start singing Camelot) Yes? Whats that?
Carter: War is only the very very last resort.
Me: (lost in patting myself on the back for such brilliant parenting as to produce such a thoughtful kid)
Carter: Im afraid the next president, whether its Obama or McCain, might abuse Area 51.
Me: Again, huh?
Carter: (working on his patient voice) Its likely theres some powerful alien technology there, and the next president could use it as a terrible weapon. I dont want that to happen.
Me: But (struggling) that isnt happening now, right? The current president isnt using alien technology, right?
Carter: Well Mom, I think theres a good chance the next president will be smarter than this one.