June 29th, 2008 by Jemaleddin Cole

Today I was trying to talk to Jared about our plans to go see Wall-E (best movie ever - the God­fa­ther sleeps with Luca Brasi), and he kept inter­rupt­ing to ask when we were leav­ing. I wanted to explain that we were wait­ing to see when my spe­cial lady would arrive and would then go to what­ever the next show­ing was, but Jared just could not stop inter­rupt­ing. So, in my frus­tra­tion, I did some­thing dumb: I spoke Jared-​ese.

Jared has his own way of talk­ing some­times and it’s impor­tant to model good speech pat­terns for him. So I often say things back to him with little cor­rec­tions: “She bringed it.” “She brought it.” You get the point. But his other habit is that he has little rou­tines for how he dis­cusses things that dis­ap­point him. And it’s an even worse idea to encour­age that. But I was frus­trated, and just couldn’t help myself. So as he’s inter­rupt­ing to say, “When are we going to the movie?” I started quickly asking, “Can’t I talk about the plan? Is the plan can­celled? Is the plan over? Is the plan ruined? Do you want to ruin the plan? Are we done with the plan? Why can’t we have the plan?”

And he totally caved. “What’s the plan?”

That’s just going to make it more tempt­ing next time. Bad, bad daddy.

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