a lack of understanding
Since Lucy’s arrival Jesse(2) has continuously called her Isaac, who happens to be my friend’s little boy, who happens to be only a handful of months younger than Jesse.
I usually just correct him. This baby is not Isaac. This baby is Lucy.
But today I just told him that her name isn’t Isaac.
Jesse pondered this for a moment and then asked, That’s not Issac?
I Said, No.
Is that baby me?
Is it you?
I think he’s confused about this because we were looking at pictures the night before Lucy was born. There were some baby pictures and we pointed out which one of our kids they were. Jesse doesn’t seem to get that the same thing doesn’t work for real life babies.
I wonder, if he could formulate complex questions, what exactly he would ask.
One minute I was lap-less. No longer was it comfortable to cuddle with me. Dad was quickly becoming more popular. Then, all the sudden my lap is back and he can sit in it. But now there is this baby in the way.
And that baby is not Isaac?
What is going on here???
It would appear, however, that the toddler is not too concerned. When I told Jesse not to worry, that one day this will all make sense, he just stared at me, then started playing his Godzilla hide and seek/peekaboo hybrid game.
When in doubt hide behind a bedroom door, jump out, roar, and giggle.
I think we all could take lessons from a toddler.
Edit – since writing this post Jesse has pointed to Lucy and asked, is it Rex?
And he’s called her Brucey.
I guess Brucey is close.
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