I took the kids to church by myself this Sunday. Our toddler started having a little fit when I strapped him in his car seat.
“Tight! Tight!” he kept screaming. (“Tight” is the new cool word to say lately…)
I checked the straps, and they were NOT tight. He does have a habit of wiggling his butt forward, so I pushed his butt back in the seat and fixed the straps again.
“Okay, well we only have a 10 minute drive to church,” I said. “Deal with it.” I didn’t mean to be cruel, it’s just this happens EVERY time we get in the car lately and I think it has become a game to him.
He started to cry a bit louder.
“You’re going to be a peach at church, aren’t you?” I asked as I got in the car. My mind started going through all the possibilities of what he might do at church…and how fast I could pack them up if I had to. Then I realized he was quietly looking at a book and I relaxed.
We got to church and settled into the back pew. Toddler and preschooler entertained themselves coloring for a while and then my daughter asked for her Cheerios (childhood snack to so many while at church). I pulled them out and gave some to each kid.
That’s when my son’s lip began to quiver… “Peaches!” He started to cry.
I told him, “Mommy doesn’t bring peaches to church, Honey…”
“Peaches!” he cried again. I picked him up to try to console him, wiping the tears from his eyes.
What in the world? I wondered to myself. What is this sudden obsession with peaches?
Then I remembered what I had said when I got in the car… “You’re going to be a peach at church, aren’t you?” Suddenly I got it. He thought he was getting peaches at church —
Sometimes it is easy to forget how confusing the English language and all the sayings we use can be to someone just learning the language. Next time I’ll be more careful with my words!