Kid quirks seem to be as unique as DNA. Hubs and I busted many a gut over the Hot Tamales pre-verbal gargle. It was a hyper-fast hybrid of Mandarin and Urdu with complicated tongue rolls and authentic inflection. We Craig's List-searched in vain for a translator and never could locate someone qualified enough to interpret. SkippyDon is a different story at her googley-gargle age.
He belts out laughter, dirty-old-man style. All he needs is a cigar hanging out of his mouth.
SkippyDon inherited his daddy's bass octaves with a raspy twang. It's delicious and adds to the overabundance of charm he already unabashedly flaunts. It starts when he cracks himself up (usually at the start of a heated peekaboo game) and grows into a full Wizard of Oz Lion guffaw. Get him going in a public place and watch the women and children either flee from that surely-sinister sound or shower him with kisses. Apparently SkippyDon's Sunday school was a blast last week. It's embarrassing and perfect all at once. Baby Huey better watch his back.
As deliciously peculiar and seasoned as his laugh is, Hot Tamale's fashion sense rivals a close second.
Only "pwetty dwesses, Mommy" with a scolding don't-even-try-the-shorts-and-t-shirt-today glare. Before Grimaldo Garage Sale Extravaganza I sheared every last pant, short and "regular" shirt from the closet. She now has only dwesses, tights and fashionably acceptable shoes. And she's also taken the reigns as my personal clothing assistant. Pretty hearts are more important to Jesus than pretty clothes, my broken record repeats.
I've even surrendered the "give the kid two options from which to choose Love and Logic approach". Just let her pick it out and forgo a morning battle. She does a better job than I do anyway.
Among some of my other favorite Hot Tamale quirks:
- The order of bedtime. She's a total Nazi about it. "Weave cwoset wight on, wead two stowies, sing a song and pway, Mommy." Go out of order or omit at your own peril.
- Climbing in the car on SkippyDon's side.
- Watching the Leap Frog Karaoke videos about Meg, Og, Izzy, Gus, and Al. If I ever attempt suicide, full blame rests with Leap Frog. I don't give a fiddler's toot about her learning to read if I have to endure another video.
- Singing at the tip top of her lungs during library story time. Hot Tamale is a natural ABC diva.
- Her wickedly awesome awareness of every object in the house. I never need to look for my keys again, girl already knows where they are.
The singularity of a fingerprint seems so boring compared to these unique traits. I'll end with an apt quote by the infamous Dr. Seuss:
"Today you are YOU, that is truer than true.
There is no one alive who is YOU-er than you."
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