Genevieve has a habit of fixating on ideas and events. For a long time, she was obsessed with her birthday party. We could see a motorcycle and she'd say "I had two motorcycels at my birthday party. They were pink and purple." If she saw something she liked she would insist that she either had or would have that thing at her birthday party. Every day was about her birthday. The funny thing is, she's never even had a birthday party. My kids have their first real party when they turn five and are old enough to remember me spending that kind of money for a Spongebob cake at the bowling alley for them and their spazzy friends.
Lately, though, she has changed her focus. Christmas seems to have been the catalyst, although the effect was slightly delayed. Now it's all about the fat man in the red suit. And even though she sometimes speaks of him as a friend who is going to bring her things, she also blames him for all her injuries.
It started as Christmas approached and we tried to get Genevieve excited about Santa bringing her toys in the middle of the night. Without fail, she would insist that Santa was going to punch her in the stomach. I have no idea where my two year old got the mental image of a jolly old elf sneaking into her room in the dark of night to punch her in the gut as she slept, but it seemed to be firmly entrenched.
Now whenever she has a mysterious bruise or scratch, if I ask her how she got it she replies witout missing a beat "Santa hit me." Where is she getting this? Am I going to catch some stranger lurking around my house at night dressed as Mr. Clause?
My Youniverse
8 comments:
Ho ho ho! I mean, uh, heh.
that is hilarious.
It sounds to me like she's been reading David Sedaris.
Ella has recently taken to singing the "Twelve Days of Christmas" and "Jingle Bells". I can only surmise that two year olds have a delayed reaction mechanism.
Oh, that was funny. Poor Genevieve thinking she's Santa's punching bag. Lizzie went through a similar phase regarding Harry, our cat, at around the same age. But, the thing is, Harry would occasionally nip playfully at her or swat at her if she were holding something dangly, and we did witness him walk casually up to her pile of toys and run off with one of them in his mouth, so it was not necessarily unfounded when she insisted that he was always biting and scratching her (while she slept, she'd most often say) and responsible for things (like the remote control) that we couldn't find.
But, Santa? That's just funny.
Yeah, no wonder she was obsessed with birthday parties! She didn't remember you ever throwing HER a party, but vividly remembered you throwing her sister and brothers one! Probably wondering, when is mine coming?? You shouldn't be surprised about Santa. Didn't elves live in your bedroom wall?
Amy B-C
lol i just noticed you said Mr. Clause.
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