"I used to live in a voodoo city, where every little thing had its own secret life." ~ Yacht
One of the best parts of being a mother is witnessing your child develop his or her own personality. What are they drawn to? What makes them hit a high note a la Mariah Carey (Q has been called Marioh Carey on occasion)? As Q's little persona develops more and more, I can't help but be in awe of his unique likes and dislikes. It's easy to recognize that he's "just like his daddy" when he wants to take something apart to put it back together again, or "of course he likes shoes, he's your child, Michie." That's pretty cool, too. But what really gets me are his quirks, Q being very much his own guy.
Lately, when we open the fridge, he likes to grab this mini can of V8 that's been on the door shelf that's right at his height. I don't know why it's there. We never drink the stuff. Plus, this can is low sodium, so I know it's not ours. We do love our salt. It may have even been moved from our old house. I think Q's grandma brought it over when she was babysitting. So, he grabs the can and cherishes it and pretends to drink from it. It is his precious. His precious tomato juice. It's not like he's into tomatoes. In fact, he frequently spits out the flavorful tomatoes grown in our garden. If only he knew what was in that precious can. For now, we will humor him. Until he throws the can and it explodes all over our cream-turning-beige carpet.
Another obsession? Poppa's clock. Oh yes. All you have to do is mention the P word and he lets out a torrent of "clock clock clock clock clock." His favorite clock is at my dad's house. You press a button and the clock's face comes apart to reveal its inner workings while playing one of six melodies. He can't get enough of that clock. It is pure magic to him. Maybe he will be a clocksmith. Hello, 21st century!
Then, of course, there are his beloved "crucks" (trucks and cars). He is a classic boy who has found his happy place surrounded by trucks. But you don't want to be around when a truck gets stuck under the couch. Freak-out city.