Whenever I hear the phrase “sensitivity training,” I think of an old ad campaign for Reebok. Do any of you remember “Terry Tate, office linebacker?” He would run around tackling people for doing annoying things at the office. In one episode he gets in trouble for what he says to a guy and has to go to a ridiculous sensitivity training.
If our family were run like a business, L would spend her life talking to HR. Being a four-year-old, she doesn’t really have a filter on what she says, so in the last few months there have been a slew of awkward and insensitive questions and comments.
With me, she tends to stick to unkind comments about my weight:
“Dad’s fat, Mom’s thin, I’m little.”
“Dad, don’t eat all of those or you’ll get really fat.”
I’m not even fat or anything. I have maybe a little paunch, but I’m not fat. Of course, my weight isn’t the only part of my appearance which falls under her merciless gaze:
“Don’t put that on! You’ll break it because your head is way too big!”
…Thanks for dredging up my childhood insecurities honey.
Bonnie is not immune to this. In her case L usually leaves her appearance alone, but I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
“Dad, you’re smart right?” “Sure.” “But Mom’s not smart though, right?”
“Here Mom,” *hands her a stick* “It’s a present for you before you die.”
Anyone have a good response to that? Because I don’t know what etiquette demands for the “here’s a little something for you until you die” kind of present.
Friends and neighbors aren’t immune to the questions and observations either. We had a couple over for dinner who didn’t have any children. I don’t know if it’s by choice or not, but I prefer not to ask. L, on the other hand, piped up almost immediately with “do you have a baby in your tummy?”
Even strangers are often impaled by the queries of my child. When we were out on a walk, we were passed by a Native American guy with long hair. L piped up, “Is that a boy or a girl?”
“It’s a boy, L.”
“But why does he have long hair like a princess?”