I am still learning about the exciting world of...boys! Not that I haven't been a careful observer my entire life, but this is the first time I have ever lived with and raised one! So these "boys" are always coming up with something new to show me and to teach me.
Take for instance...bad guys.
Somehow my two year old has developed an interest in good guys and bad guys. I don't know where he picked it up...I think it was just engrained in his soul.
Suddenly things are very black and white with him.
Good guy....Bad guy (but it really sounds more like goo guy, bat guy when he says it)
I am quite certain that I have never sat down with him and labeled his toys good guys and bad guys. And I know for certain that I do not point out people in a restaurant and label them...
Graham however, does.
A few weeks ago we ventured to the magical world of Disney. It was amazing. Everything about the trip was perfect. From the weather, to the kids behavior, and even me walking 3.5 billion miles while being 25 weeks preggo and horrible vericose veins. We had several hilarious events happen, but one in particular started showing me that my curious little man is really trying to figure people out.
At dinner one night Graham kept looking over at the table beside us and pointing. We would quickly put his hand down and tell him not to point. He continued this for several minutes before he put a few words to his pointed finger. It took me a few seconds to realize what he was muttering, but he kept saying, "Uh Oh...bad guy" over and over again. I ignored it at first because it was very quiet, but then he started feeling threatened by the older man with the long white beard. So he said it louder, "UH OH...BAD GUY!!" I quickly shushed him and turned to the gentleman. This was when I realized that he looked very similar to the dreaded Santa Clause. Graham and Santa do not have a good relationship. I apologized to the man but he just laughed. (Thank goodness Santa has a sense of humor. )
A few weeks later we were leaving the park when Santa pulled up in an old BMW wearing a red t-shirt. (side note...I find it very interesting that Santa where's red in the off season!) Even from a distance Graham could spot the thick white beard. As soon as Santa got out of the car Graham shouted, "UH OH...BAD GUY!!!" To which Santa responded with a very sweet wave. I said, "No baby, that's Santa Clause" This caused Graham to pause. He looked at the man and said, "hmmm...Da Clause?" (That is what Graham calls Santa.) I said, "yes he is a good guy" and that seemed to suffice. Graham politely waved.
I don't know for sure, but I think they signed a secret peace treaty at that moment. To Graham, Santa is now a "goo guy". I think I'm going to run with this one for the rest of the year and maybe we will get a good Santa picture this time...it's worth a shot!