Monday, November 29, 2010

Do You Happiness?

A couple of weeks ago JR was out shopping with his niece Charlotte and son Emerson. The poor children were getting restless and tired after being carted down aisle after aisle of reasonably priced bulk goods and curbing their appetites with the sample tables at Costco. Our little Emerson is a two-year-old food connoisseur who not only eats to live, but lives to eat. He has tasted and enjoyed plates from around the world and has a great appreciation for all things edible.
At one particular Costco sample table his cousin Charlotte did not approve of whatever it was she was given and handed it back to Zio JR, who then discarded it in the trash. Emerson found this wasteful act to be absolutely insulting and decided right then and there to release the effects of his exhaustion and restless energy into a classic, textbook-style tantrum. The head was thrown back, tears began to stream down the red face, and his mouth remained wide open, blaring out one constant sound similar to a siren with a frequency that only a person under the age of three wouldn't feel ashamed of.
His daddy told him he needed to be happy and that, "I'm happy, Charlotte's happy, and we're all full of happiness."
Emerson immediately stopped crying, looked his daddy straight in the face and with his voice taken up about 100 decibels higher than a normal speaking voice, responded with, "NO DADDY, MOMMY NOT HAVE PENIS, CHARLOTTE NOT HAVE PENIS! DADDY HAVE A PENIS, EMERS HAVE A PENIS, AND BABY CHARLIE HAVE A PENIS!"


I'm sure JR's fellow Costco shoppers wondered what kind of argument he was having with his son . . . and I'm glad I wasn't there for anyone to make their own conclusions about.


In other news:
Charlie is now six months old and I don't believe it even as I write it. I love everything about this sweet little boy of mine. He sits, he's crawling a little, and he started eating solid food. The milestones are bitter-sweet for me as his growth is coming faster than I am emotionally prepared to handle. One day too soon he will be in the back of a shopping cart eating Costco samples and yelling about the family's genitalia. . .




8 comments:

Nancy said...

Oh my, How I LOVE Emerson!! I actually wish i could have been there this brought me to tears i laughed so hard and I am sure it was even funnier in person! And I love the adorably cute pictures of sweet Charlie:) What a lucky grandma I am, i wish i would get a call to babysit!

Rachelle said...

Oh my goodness....best story ever!!! And I cannot believe Charlie is already 6 months, he looks nothing like Emerson huh? ANyways both of your boys are so handsome!

bella utahan said...

I am so very glad you posted this! I was just telling Gio about this episode a few hours ago, but reading your version was MUCH better then how I told it! I think you need to write a book, maybe not on this subject, but you have a way with words!

Steve and Hailey said...

This is classic! You need twenty comments on this retelling (which by the way, you write so beautifully). I love having boys!

Teresa said...

I remember when his daddy was a little guy he said..... Oh I better not share that now. Its much better to put it into history when they cant do something about it.

Stephen and Debbie said...

Oh man! What a hilarious story! He is such a crack up!

Stephen and Debbie said...

And Charlie is adorable!

Allison said...

Hahaha! So funny!