But the water…

water drop


Yes, mom.  I surely did hear you yelling from the kitchen about how “It’s time to go five minutes ago”!  It’s just that there are very important things going on in the world (more specifically this bathroom) that cannot be overlooked.

The water…

I did what you said. I washed my hands.  I used the soap.  I sang the song.  I rinsed real good.

But the water…

it just goes through my fingers…

sometimes it even drips down my elbows…

if feels tickly…

I don’t understand how one can just turn it off and walk away.

I haven’t figured this water thing out yet… and I’m a smart boy.

I am four after all…

four and a half.

I can see it.  I can feel it.  I can hear it.

Why can’t I grab it?  Why can’t I catch it?

When I splash it leaves droplets all over… all over everything…

When I splash again and again and again, it leaves more and more…

If I blow on the droplets real hard I can move them with my breath…

but I can’t pick them up.

I can’t grab it.

Sometimes when I splash you scream “No no no no no no no no!”

So I wait to see if the water will kill the countertop… or melt the floor…

but it doesn’t.

Don’t worry, I always grab the towel and wipe it up just like you taught me…

I am responsible.

Why does the towel grab it?

Why can’t I?

Why does it just go and go and go?

Why can I drink it but not breathe it?

Okay, maybe it has been “a half an hour since” you told me to wash my hands.  I don’t know what a half an hour is, so I will just go with you on that one.

Who cares?

This is Earth shattering stuff here, and you don’t seem to notice.  You talk about getting to pre-school on time, but I have never ever seen the school disappear.  I think it will be there no matter when we leave.

I worry about you sometimes.

You have an unhealthy relationship with time.  You talk about minutes and hours… and you’re always in a hurry.

You want me to put on my shoes faster – but when I move my toes to the left my shoe feels tighter, and not when I move them to the right.  Plus there is a tiny blue speck on the outside of my shoe that wasn’t there yesterday… I should scratch and sniff it.

Don’t you wonder?

There is water that comes out of our faucet.

When I take a bath at night, it hugs me.  I don’t sit on it or under it…

No, I don’t know what time it is because I’m trying to pinch the water…

I’m trying to pinch it…

look at that…

it’s amazing.

No, don’t turn it off!

You do that a lot –

turn off the amazing.

Every now and then you should just leave the amazing on.

Trust me on this one.

I’m a smart boy.

I am four after all…

four and a half.


Hee hee.  Excuse me – I farted.

I also just pulled a boogie out of my nose.

Can I wash my hands again?



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Comments (8)

  • Doni 9 years ago Reply

    I LOVE this. Sometimes it’s hard to see life from your munchkin’s perspective. Thanks for the reminder!

  • Cindy 9 years ago Reply

    Love, love love this. You have captured a 4 (and a half) year old’s perspective perfectly. I have twin 4 1/2 year old girls and I am amazed at how you got into their little heads.

  • Shell 9 years ago Reply

    Oh, I love this! The simple magic of a 4 year old!

  • Alison 9 years ago Reply

    What a great perspective, yes!
    We are such magic-fun-suckers sometimes, damn adults. 🙂

  • “Turn off the amazing” <— LOVE. I try to let my 4 year old have these moments but I know sometimes I do this too. I love how you wrote about this. Thank you for the reminder to slow down.

  • Imperfect Jessica 9 years ago Reply

    Love this. Great reminder to remember the amazing

  • EB 9 years ago Reply

    LOVE THIS – thank you thank you thank you

  • Amanda 7 years ago Reply

    This is everything. Thank you for helping me remember that wonder can be more important than punctuality.

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