Tonight while my husband was getting the 4 year old ready for bed, the little one made a pronouncement (as the older one calls it). Keep in mind, precocious does not describe this child. Strong willed, obstinate, demented…these are pretty accurate. We think he is either going to grow up to be the next Stephen King or the scary zombie guy on that shooting game in the local arcade. He has high aspirations.
So, while pulling on his cute little jammie shirt, he announced he wants to be a Nazi for Halloween.
That’s right. Let that one soak in for a moment. Yes, I did say he was 4.
‘How does he even know about Nazis?’ one might ask. Well, we can thank Indiana Jones for that one. He has seen the first movie ONCE (but has played the Lego Indiana Jones game endlessly). And while the 8 year old was hiding his eyes during the final “Ark of the Covenant” scene, the little one was sitting there, in all of his glory, with a huge smile on his face. Scary, eh?
Of course, my husband in all of his wisdom blurts out, “You aren’t going to be a Nazi. The Nazi’s killed a lot of people.”
“Who?” asked the little one.
“People.”
“Did they kill us?” because, frankly, he likes to talk about things like that. I know, the counseling will start soon. For either us or him…we haven’t decided.
“No, cause if they did we wouldn’t be here.” duh
“Well, if I can’t be a Nazi for Halloween, I’m not being anyone!” and he goose stepped off to his room. Not really. Stomped up the stairs with arms folded across his chest would be more like it.
He does act like quite the little dictator at times.
Posted by One hum-dinger of a holiday « Caviar Desires in a Fishstick World on September 2, 2008 at 11:09 am
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