My son the regurgitator.
I know we all have particular gifts and talents that are unique to us, they help define us and give us direction in this often confusing world. As a parent, however, you can’t help hoping that your child will be brilliant and that their particular gift will be one that will bring joy to many. I was imagining perfect pitch, the ability to spin a cricket ball any which way, a master with words or art but no, my Wrigglebot’s special gift seems to be regurgitation.
I first noticed it when he seemed to be chewing a couple of hours after we had finished dinner. Horrified I asked him what he was chewing, sure that he had raided the fridge or pantry without permission, ‘Cous cous’ he replied, he had finished his cous cous two hours ago. He then said that he had meat in his tummy that he could bring into his mouth. I must admit here that I felt both disgusted and a little bit proud at the same time, however we did instigate a new rule that food has to stay in your tummy and not be brought back to your mouth.
Every now and then I’ll still catch him chewing hours after eating and have to remind him, but part of me wonders whether I am denying him the ability to perfect his superpower after all not everybody can be a regurgitator.
October 14th, 2009 at 5:45 am
Oh My Word… This made me laugh so much… I’m tempted to ask the Wrigglebot to show me his superpowers when we’re down there over Christmas – but I doubt that would help you in your efforts for him to only chew his food once.