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When your child’s comments numb you

February 5, 2018

The most profound thing I have learnt about extroverted toddlers -from raising a highly opinionated five-year old girl- is that one can never anticipate what comes out of their mouths whenever they decide to speak. The mister and I are always jittery when boss lady (read Xena) engages anyone, especially someone we are not too familiar with. There is always a high possibility that she’ll utter a statement which will leave serious doubts on our parenting adroitness.

Two weekends ago on a Saturday morning at around 9:30am, I walked dragged my bushed self into the house from an early 12km morning run. Xena and her younger sister Xia were at the dining table having their breakfast amidst endless chatter. Xia’s bowl was empty while Xena’s half eaten oatmeal sat desolately on the table. They turned their attention to me as I shut the door behind me. As if on cue, they took turns to scream my name while scampering towards the me, their diminutive frames hugging my feet with what felt like the force of a tornado. I held the couch for support, then proceeded to seat on its arm.

“Mama, your legs look like chicken!” Xena chuckled as she poked my calves with her index finger.

I was not prepared to have a five-year old eviscerate my confidence, so I ignored her. She kept poking my calves while giggling which got me curious about her analogy.

“How does a chicken look like, Xena?” I asked.

Her sister who had briefly disappeared, came back holding a banana. She extended it towards me incessantly crying out “anana” which meant she needed me to peel it for her. I obliged.

“You see, this part is fat (pointing at the calve) and then the rest is thin. Just like a chicken’s leg.”  She said.

“I guess I can’t argue with that, Xena.”

She then turned her gaze towards my face and after studying me for a while, she exclaimed like she was Einstein seating under an apple tree.

“Why happened to your eyebrows mama?” She asked.

“You did not just go there, Xena.” I said to her in disbelief.

“Where?” She inquired while looking around. “I am just standing here. What’s wrong with you mama?”

She then stretched her index finger and proceeded to trace it along my eyebrow line.

“See, your eyebrows are missing.”

I realised that her questions and statements were completely innocent and born out of a curious five-year old mind. It would have been juvenile of me to be vexed or woeful over her utterances so I chose to walk away.

“Let me go take a shower.” I groaned as I got off the couch and dragged my beat body with its eyebrowless face and chicken legs across the living room.

“Yes, that’s a good idea because you are “smelling sweaty”.” She said.

At this point, I think I had had enough.

“Xena!”

“Calm down, mama.” She said to me as she trudged towards the Kitchen to look for her sister who was probably in the pantry having a banana feast.

“You know you are going to kill my self-esteem one of this days.” I said.

“What is that?” She asked

“My confidence.” I said.

Ati confidence?” She grimaced. “Heeee, sounds like crocodile.”

As I lumbered up the staircase, her small voice trailed behind me from the kitchen.

“By the way Mama you may want to use my shower because the fundi is upstairs fixing yours.”

I loved how she was in touch with what was happening in her home. I was even more impressed with how she believed she could give me permission to use her bathroom, as if she unfailingly contributed towards her portion of the house rent on a monthly basis.

Mercy my domestic manager emerged from my bedroom with Evans the plumber right behind him. We exchanged pleasantries and he explained the scope of work, after which I asked Mercy to serve him breakfast to fill his time (and his tummy) as he waited for me to assess the job.

Just as I was settling into my room, I overheard Xena talking with Evans so I walked to the door and peeped down the staircase to get a good shot at the conversation. Evans was seated at the dining table while Xena was standing next to him.

“Evans, are you having breakfast in our home?” She asked.

“Yes.” He said.

“Why are you having breakfast in our home? Kwani you don’t have breakfast in your house?”

I immediately summoned her into my room, but not before saying a quick prayer seeking divine intervention and guidance on handling the matter at hand!

P.S. I am curious to know some of the unsettling things your kids have said to you or to other people and how you dealt with the situation.

 

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Nadhifa
Nadhifa
6 years ago

OMG…I love Xena.Ati chicken legs?I have a 3 yr old who is exactly like her.I tripped on the stairs the other day and she told me exactly what i would have told her.She was like “but mama i told you to be careful” i was taken aback.God bless them

Sally
Sally
6 years ago

Chicken legs…? ? ? she is just a cartoon n kids n the blunt honesty.

phenomenalwoman
6 years ago

But in her defense, as someone who unfailingly contributes to her share of monthly rent, she needs to know why someone else is having breakfast at her house ????

Angela Murathe
Angela Murathe
6 years ago

You made my day with the chicken legs. Hahaaa

winnie
winnie
6 years ago

I recently moved out of my parents and now live on my own.
A couple of weekends ago my neighbors kids came to ask if they could play with my kids.
They don’t get that am the kid in my house.

fibi
fibi
6 years ago

Hahaha ooh Xena… So innocently inquisitive. For sure she’ll keep you wondering whats next…
But she truly makes parenthood a thing to long for… So help me God… :).

Michelle
Michelle
6 years ago

hahaha this just made my day .Xena takes the medal

Lily
Lily
6 years ago

waah dont even ask, my dotta asked my siz “mbona ume vaa nguo ya mum”. And when my siz sleeps over she will asks “mbona auntie leo amelala home?” She asks everything and wants answers mark you she is only 3.
There are times you dress and she will tell you mum hio si smart, gosh

Nana
Nana
6 years ago

“See, your eyebrows are missing.” ????

Zippiey
Zippiey
6 years ago

I may not have a kid yet but I have this nephew who will really embarrass someone while he is being very innocent. He will say things like a grown up or you would think a grown up sent him.. This little people have a mind of their own!! But amazing

Eva
Eva
6 years ago

Hahahaha…this is such a funny piece…waaar! Nice to know that my youngest has a twin for ‘anana’ fetish. He calls it ‘nanas’… as for the embarrassing questions and comments, Xena is not alone. Jeffie will always make it known if sth is smelling bad.. he pinches his nose shut and shouts sth is smelling awful (the vocabulary has really expanded) here! Imagine he’ll say that about someone or someone’s house that you are visiting…and I just end up looking like my child is voicing my thoughts even if that’s not what am thinking.

lukarisris
6 years ago

Kids can just say the most weird things without knowing the reaction of the other party. they are just curious to know about every tiny detail….as for me let me share some experience of my own… ” when we were young we used to have those afternoon naps as a requirement…”lazima ama slippers iongee” on a re-carrying day my ‘mum mdogo’ used to come to kula njaro (tu gossip) with a neighbor of ours. So it was the forth day and as i got up i went to my usual spot by the window since the doors were locked for… Read more »

Noelle
Noelle
6 years ago

My son asked my sister in law what she did to become pregnant so that she can tell me. Apparently he was tired waiting for a baby brother/sister.:). so she told him she ate a lot of onions and the boy really gave me a tongue lashing for not eating onions like auntie!

Cirù
Cirù
6 years ago

????? I’m dead, chicken legs!!!

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