Just when i was preparing to go to work this morning my five year old son looked at me smiling and calls me 'kuku wewe'
It happened to me today. My son, smiled and called me that....and I had to wonder, is it too much tv news watching on obako? Is it that am that weak as in he sees a chicken in me? Is it that he just learnt the phrase and thought 'hey this is a nice one to surprise dad with' or Is it that he thinks himself a kuku's relative.
As a matter of fact I just had to ask him 'hey son, what does that make you be? A kuku's son?' He remained mumm...still smiling.....I feel like spanking him but that smile is too innocent so i let him go......for a while...cos my neighbours' kid comes calling me and tells me that my son(again?) has called her some funny name....Now is my turn to revenge or so i feel...then i call the kid to come over. He had sensed danger and had run to the sitting room to hide.....I call him...two..three..fouRTH time (note emphasis on 4th time for the pitch of my voice)....the boy comes wearing that cheeky smile again...am disarmed....ok the boy has to learn some manners...so i hold him by the ear..no...not pinch......just so that i can have an eye to eye contact with him. My pitch is still high as am talking to him......'it's wrong to call others names son, apologise and don't do that again'.
That leaves him feeling reeeaaaal bad...am not sure if to be happy at the discipline measure i've used. I plead with him to hug me as i go to work. He does so half heartedly....
Bare, Naked, whatever, See my Heart!
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He he. That is real funny. But considering that you chickened out of meting real punishment, 'kuku wewe' isn't too far. Maybe that is what was meant.
But kids are too adorable to punish.
I got this last night from a book I’m reading ‘The Book Of Qualities by Ruth Gendler’ and I just somehow knew it has to land on Joy’s page even if it’s about Joy as in the state of being joyful.
Joy drinks pure water. She has sat with the dying and attended many births. She denies nothing. She is in love with life, all of it, the sun and the rain an the rainbow. She rides horses at Half Moon Bay under the October moon. She climbs mountains. She sings in the hills. She jumps from the hot spring to the cold stream without hesitation.
Although Joy is spontaneous, she is immensely patient. She does not need to rush. She knows that there are obstacles on every path and that every moment is the perfect moment. She is not concerned with success or failure or how to make things permanent.
At times Joy is elusive – she seems to disappear even as we approach her. I see her standing on a ridge covered with oak trees and suddenly the distance between us feels enormous. I’m overwhelmed and wonder if the effort to reach her is worth it. Yet she waits for us. Her desire to walk with us is as great as our longing to accompany her.
@OUR KID....You need a spanking for thinking like him...kuku wewe..thanks anyway
@Shiko....my no words to describe the feel...am getting inspired to do a piece on Joy....watch this space..thanks
Well I'm thinking along our kid's lines, but u can redeem yourself by doing the honest scrap tag at mine;)
Looking forward. The book of qualities is a sweet easy read.
Hi, first time here. One question, did you ask him why he called you that?
@Rista..welcome...he thought it was a nice word...estate children influence
I'm with Rispa here, ask why exactly, where it came from. Today it's kuku wewe, tomorrow it'll be soething deeper.
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