My two year old son said his first prayer on Friday night. You can only imagine the well of tears in our eyes… It went down like this:
We’d just left Villa (an awesome, family-owned Mexican restaurant on Tucson’s NW side). Martha and I had our usual – red chili beef quesadilla and a carne asada burrito – and ordered a shredded beef taco for Joey… of which he had none. So, as we’re driving out of the parking lot, we’re all chit-chatting in the car…
“Stop talking a me! I pray to God.” Mar and I were stunned… We got real quiet.
“Jesus, thank you for my taco.”
That was it. And I think it was a fantastic start.
I recently learned something very important about retention in my son’s life at this point:
I think Martha had gone out to do some shopping or was in the shower… I don’t remember exactly. Joey, Abby, and I were entertaining ourselves in the living room. On my way into the kitchen to do some dishes, I started up Songbird to play some music (FFVIII Piano Collection).
After 15 minutes or so, I turned to find Joey sitting at the computer, ‘chair-dancing’ and pretending to use the mouse.
“Play pew-er, Da-y. Play pew-er!”
“Are you playing computer?”
I dried off my hands and wandered over to play with him for a while. We clicked a few random songs and then ended up on the Songbird homepage. He quickly spotted the screencast and instructed me to click on it. It’s basically a ‘this is songbird, here’s feature a, it can also do feature b’ kinda thing. At one point, the narrator says ‘songbird’ in a distinctive, movie trailer-ish way… it made me chuckle. Joey imitated him and we both laughed. It’s a hoot to hear a two year-old attempt (and mostly pull off) speaking in a deep, dramatic voice.
I forget what we did after that, but I’d thought nothing of it until he said it again in the bathtub last night.
“Songbird” he said, complete w/ furrowed eyebrows and dramatic depth.