Cheese stands alone.
“Cheese stands alone.”
3B made this mysterious existentialist statement to Mama recently. She pondered it for about five minutes before realizing that it’s the last line of The Farmer in the Dell.
Last week, when I dropped off 3B at Mrs. K’s, there was a flatbed tractor trailer with a forklift attached to its back end dropping off a load of lumber at the house across the street from her. Before going in to drop him off, I held 3B and we watched in rapt silence as a man lowered the forklift from the back of the truck, drove it to the side of the trailer, hoisted the load of wood, drove it over to the neighbor’s lawn and set it down.
When we went in, I explained to Mrs. K what we’d been doing, and she told 3B to come to her side window, where he could continue watching the men work. As he scrambled down out of my arms, 3B simply said, “fascinated” before run-stumbling over to the window to continue his study of hydraulics and internal combustion engines.
We’re not quite sure where he learned the word, but he now uses it frequently, and correctly, particularly when he’s playing with a little Matchbox forklift that I had growing up.
This is one of my favorites, although Mama’s trying to stop 3B from saying it. When Mama and 3B were at the post office last week, he yelled this several times while they were waiting in line. I had gotten him saying it one day when he was tripping over his words, trying to say, “Daddy [I’m] fascinated…” I purposely misheard him and asked, “Did you say, ‘Daddy fat’?” When he repeated that phrase to me, it cracked me up. That’s all it took. Now, every time he says it, Mama replies, “No, Daddy’s not fat.” Meanwhile, I’m cracking up. Poor kid, he’ll never know which way is up.