Monkey see, monkey do
by Jennifer Cohron
Jun 16, 2013 | 1266 views | 0 0 comments | 158 158 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Jennifer Cohron
Jennifer Cohron
The question that gets asked at our house most frequently these days is “Who the heck taught him that?”

Although Wyatt has always been a nosy little individual, 3 seems to be the age when he has decided to start repeating and imitating what he has observed.

Last month, Zac bought me a new camera (finally!) for our anniversary. It came with a variety of accessories, including a tripod.

I sat it aside after pulling it out of the box, but Wyatt latched onto it immediately.

I looked up from fiddling with the camera at one point and noticed him staring through the top of the tripod as if it were a viewfinder.

My first few shots with my new toy were of Wyatt standing confidently behind the tripod with one eye closed taking my “picture.” He looked like a real pro.

The next morning, he got a little upset when he noticed that I had collapsed the tripod.

“Mommy, make it stand up like that lady,” he requested.

“What lady?” I asked in surprise.

“That lady downtown. Member?” he said matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, I did remember that he was downtown with me the morning that Cordova’s demolition started. A TV reporter standing near us kept moving her camera all over the place because she couldn’t get a clean shot through the fence and the tripod wasn’t tall enough to reach over it.

Wyatt had seemed totally focused on finding cool rocks to throw through said fence. Obviously, he had also been making a mental file on how to use a tripod if the opportunity ever presented itself.

Wyatt helps around the house a lot lately because it makes him feel important. I can’t run a vacuum cleaner through the living room, wash dishes or put on a load of laundry without him being underfoot.

I’ve noticed that it takes twice as long to get chores done that way, but he’s too darn cute to refuse. Hopefully, he’ll recall how much fun he has been having when he hits the teen years.

He has also returned to his rightful place in the kitchen since the incident in which he got a little too close to the stove.

After Wyatt watched Zac pick up a hot pot lid with his bare hand, he realized that getting burned isn’t an embarrassment. If Daddy does it, then it must be a pretty grown-up thing to do.

As entertaining as his actions can be, nothing beats some of the things that come out of Wyatt’s mouth.

One evening as we were coming out of Walmart, he pointed to the sky and said, “Mommy, look at that moon!” I thought we were just beholding its beauty until Wyatt added, “It gonna rain.”

He has made a few other weather predictions since then, and they’re usually accurate. He’s either part Native American or part Spann.

My favorite Wyatt-ism of late occurred a day after he welcomed his Uncle Jeremy back from Afghanistan.

As Wyatt and I were pulling out of our driveway the next day, he noticed a flag on our neighbor’s front porch.

“That flag like at Grandma’s house!” he observed.

I explained that Grandma had all of those flags at her house because Uncle Jeremy is a soldier. Wyatt appeared to be in deep thought for several seconds and then noted, “He not wear camo, though.”

Of course, every parent lives in fear of the day that an unacceptable word slips off their innocent little one’s tongue.

Wyatt has been into Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for a while now. In the first movie, Raphael says something he shouldn’t twice in the first 10 minutes of the movie and then never again.

Zac overhead Wyatt utter the same word one day and had a little talk with him about bad words.

Predictably, Wyatt wanted to know why Raph said it but he couldn’t. I walked in on the tailend of the conversation and thought Zac was handling the situation as well as could be expected.

Then Wyatt went to my mother’s house and announced, “Daddy says bad words!”

Zac actually doesn’t have a problem with that particular vice, but it’s time that both of us make sure we are on our best behavior at all times.

We have a 3-foot tall shadow who is taking note of every move we make.