Carter and I did all sorts of things today, including playing, drawing, grocery shopping, washing the car, reading, and talking. Our conversations are really entertaining because of Carter's perspective. While we were waiting to see Tom, we watched a mother change and interact with her baby. I thought this was extra adorable and mentioned that the baby was so cute and seeing the mother and daughter interact made me want a baby. I really don't want a baby now but you get the point. Carter then informed me that I will have a baby and that I just have to wait. I asked, "what do I have to wait for?" Carter then says, "you know... for your belly to... you know... get big and full." He then made the international sign for pregnancy by clasping his hands together and moved them over his stomach region in the shape of a circle.
Another notable conversation arose when we sat down for lunch at the dining room table. Carter has been fixated on a calendar that is hanging on the wall. The calendar has a picture of a half-naked women for each month. This calendar is Tom's and one that I have allowed to stay in its spot as I have not gotten around to redecorating the entry way of the apartment (on my list of things to do). Anyway, as we were eating, Carter asked me who the calendar belongs to - me or Tom. He then asked me where it was bought. I told him Barnes & Noble. His eyes lit up and said, "oh yeah?" He then said, in a very innocent way and almost as if he was reminding himself to pick one up on his next trip to the store, "instead of my adventure calendar, I need to get a sexy girls calendar." His tone and demeanor as he said this had me laughing so hard.
Mom, Carter, and I went to Ikea yesterday to take a gander at new displays and pick up some odds and ends. Whenever we go to Ikea, we always make a point to eat their staple meal - meatballs/potatoes/gravy. As we were sitting in a wooden booth by the window, Carter observed people entering and exiting the store. He then commented on the different kinds of people he was seeing and said, "there are more African Americans here than at home." My mother chimed in and started telling Carter that Philadelphia has a very diverse community with people from different races, nationalities, and, ultimately, color. Children notice differences that shouldn't be ignored. Carter than informed my mom, in a very authoritative way, that he knows about every thing because he learned it at school. His confidence just amazes me sometimes. I know he's only 7, but I often think about what I was like at his age, and I know I wasn't as confident about anything as he is.
These moments are hard to translate as they truly happened, but it always reminds me to slow down and enjoy them.