Jonah & mom
My wife took Jonah, our 4 year old, to preschool a few weeks ago. As they pulled up a number of children were going up the stairs with their parents. Jonah was excited to see one of his friends, Ava ahead of him. But then she tripped on the stairway. Nothing serious. But Jonah called out, “Ava are you OK?” When she didn’t reply he repeated, “Ava, are you OK?” Finally, she said, “Yes, Jonah I’m OK.”
One of the mom’s at the top of the stairs watched all of this drama unfold. As my wife reached the top step the other mom beamed at her and said: “A knight in training!”
Jonah’s taken to picking out all the bottled baby food to feed our twins, aged 6 months. He’s very proud of his job and takes it very seriously. He and his nanny shop for the food at Whole Foods. When they return home, Jonah takes all the bottles out of the bag and displays them meticulously on the kitchen counter. He wants them all lined up neatly in a row so he can see them when mealtime comes.
This week, he brought me two bottles, one for each, and said: “This is really good food. I pick out good food for them so they live forever.” He said the last word as if he was a native New Yorker: “Fuhevah!” Though my wife and I are from New York, neither of us has a strong native NY accent and we certainly don’t say ‘forever’ like that. So where’d he pick that up?
