Me: Okay, it's time to go, so let's—
Henry [throwing himself to the ground]: WHAAAAAaaagh oof!
Me: Henry.
Henry: I really fell! That wasn't a trick!
Me: Yeah. Anyway, as I was saying—
Henry [careening toward the wall]: Oh nooooooo the house is sliding to one side!
Me: Henry, we're late for—
Henry: Oof! Oh, man, I hit that wall hard.
Me: I recommend you stop throwing yourself against hard surfaces. So as I was say—
Henry [his body sliding across the parquet]: HEHHHHHHHHFFFFfff.
Me: Oh, sweet baby Jesus, enough with the wacky pratfalls.
Henry: Now I'm going to hit the couch really hard with my face.
Me: No you're not. No, you're not NO YOU'RE NOT aaand you just did.
Henry: WHAT? That was an accident.
Me: You kind of gave yourself away when you announced it beforehand. Can you just put your socks on OH MY GOD GET UP.
Henry [face down in front of me]: I'M DOING IT. Why are you so grumpy all the time?
Me: Here. Your socks. HERE.
Henry [putting on one sock and then falling over]: WAAAIIIIOOOOOOooough.
Me: You're trying to kill me, aren't you.




It just hit me. You're raising Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes.
I'm jealous. He's adorable.
Posted by: The Window Seat | January 23, 2009 at 02:09 PM
I always say: If you can't beat them, join them!
Posted by: amy | January 23, 2009 at 02:09 PM
I think the phrase "It's time to go" is like the wind up key for kids. It's so inspirational - they have to find something completely obnoxious, unnecessary, and time consuming to do.
Posted by: a | January 23, 2009 at 02:19 PM
My 4 1/2 yo daughter is doing this too - it's driving me up a wall because every 3rd time or so she is really hurting herself. She keeps insisting it "on accident". And to make it worse, a lot of times she'll ram into me or trip over me sprawling out on the floor - my favorite is when we're in public and people give me the dirtiest looks for knocking my kid over and making her cry. Glad I'm not alone.
Posted by: Cindy | January 23, 2009 at 02:21 PM
I'm nearly wetting myself laughing here -- that silent, it-almost-hurts, kind of laughter because HELLO, LIFE WITH MY FIVE YEAR OLD! We haven't quite gotten into the pratfalls yet, but the "hilarious" jokes that take 492 times longer than putting on socks? We've got that covered. It's nice to know I'm not alone.
Posted by: MommyTime | January 23, 2009 at 02:32 PM
That conversation sure does sound familiar! But it sounds funnier when it's not your own kid.
Antics like those are why every single pair of my sons' pants have holes in the knees!
Posted by: Laurie | January 23, 2009 at 02:36 PM
Why are you writing about my son? His favorite is to scream "Aaaaaah!" and run into walls while we're out in public. Meanwhile his two-year-old sister likes to shout "No breaks! No breaks!" when we drive down hills.
Posted by: Sara | January 23, 2009 at 02:43 PM
This so reminds me of my brothers when they were little. I'm pretty sure Henry is the coolest kid ever.
Posted by: Marin | January 23, 2009 at 02:46 PM
Is my son an overachiever?
Cause he's doing this at age 2...
You are not giving me hope for the future.
Posted by: exile on mom street | January 23, 2009 at 02:46 PM
Seriously, living with my six year old son is like cohabitating with Jerry Lewis on the 36th hour of the telethon. Not funny, prone to weeping and non sequitors follwed by fake farting and horrible physical "comedy" routines. Peace
Posted by: jbeeky | January 23, 2009 at 02:49 PM
Wait, my son lives at YOUR HOUSE too? And he says his name is Henry?
Posted by: Daddy Scratches | January 23, 2009 at 03:08 PM
That sounds very familiar! I don't know how we ever make it anywhere on time.
Posted by: Shelley | January 23, 2009 at 03:28 PM
Dear, sweet, quirky boys. Gotta love 'em. I think Henry needs a mime class.
Posted by: hi kooky | January 23, 2009 at 03:52 PM
Let's hope he's not still doing this when he's my son's age and you're teaching him to drive...
Posted by: Frogdancer | January 23, 2009 at 04:13 PM
All three of my boys do this! I have given up trying to understand the male brain. How is falling down on the floor fun? Or better yet falling on top of each other dog pile style? I just don't get it. :)
Posted by: Dee | January 23, 2009 at 04:14 PM
What HELLIONS! lol j/k
Posted by: ChasingSanity.com | January 23, 2009 at 04:15 PM
haha! I love your blog. It's so funny.
Posted by: Stephanie | January 23, 2009 at 04:15 PM
& once again i thank you because this means i am not alone...
Posted by: emily ruth | January 23, 2009 at 04:23 PM
Huh, my nephew is nine and still does that. (That just made you frown a little, didn't it?)
Posted by: Sprite's Keeper | January 23, 2009 at 04:33 PM
This is why parents should be allowed to administer regular beatings. Just kidding. Sort of.
Posted by: Jen | January 23, 2009 at 04:37 PM
Oh can I relate to this post! I haven't finished a sentence since 2004.
Posted by: NG | January 23, 2009 at 04:54 PM
I love these entries, because it makes me happy to know that CrazyTown has a population greater than one. I swear Henry is exactly like my son.
Posted by: pumpkinmama | January 23, 2009 at 05:03 PM
This is hilarious. I can't quite picture my little baby boy doing this yet, but I'm guessing the time will come.
Posted by: Pink Ronnie | January 23, 2009 at 05:32 PM
Yeah, why are you so grumpy all the time?? Shheeeesssshhhh. Apparently you just don't fully appreciate a good pratfall. Or six.
Posted by: kate | January 23, 2009 at 05:48 PM
This is why Buddha invented better living through Chemistry. I medicate everyone in the house until they are complacent zombie robots. And if I run out, I medicate myself until I don't care.
Posted by: Lisa V | January 23, 2009 at 06:15 PM
Wow, that sounds remarkably like what happens in my house when the 6-year-old needs to get his socks on. Sigh.
Posted by: Abigail | January 23, 2009 at 06:15 PM
I have 6-year-old twin boys, and every morning is like this around here, times two, with the added bonus of me yelling, "Hurry up and put on your coat and shoes or you're going to be late for school. Seriously, you're going to be LATE. For SCHOOL. GREAT. Okay, now you're REALLY, REALLY LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!!! Didn't I tell you you were going to be late for school?!"
Posted by: ShariMacD | January 23, 2009 at 07:05 PM
You mean this is happening at every house in America with boys? Boy, do I feel better! My two boys are 6 and 4 1/2. I'm at the point of "I'll be waiting in the car." And leave so their grandmother can get them to put their boots on. 'Cause I certainly can't seem to -- they're too busy perfecting their comedy routines!
Posted by: Elizabeth | January 23, 2009 at 07:27 PM
Oh, it's so visible you are in love with that boy. He is charming, so glad the charm isn't lost on you, either. Here's to pieces of heaven on earth...
Posted by: alex | January 23, 2009 at 07:51 PM
Just appreciate how much better this is than my life with a 3.5 year old, in which every attempt to leave the house is met with screams and falling on the floor that are not at all intended to be humorous.
Posted by: spoiledonlychild | January 23, 2009 at 07:53 PM
b r e a t h e
don't forget.
Posted by: joanna | January 23, 2009 at 08:19 PM
I have to agree with the Calvin statement. This is so funny. I am both dreading and looking forward to these situations with my future children.
Posted by: Angela @ Lost In Splendor | January 23, 2009 at 08:32 PM
I just called my husband over to the computer and said "you remember that lady whose kid dances like ours? read this... you'll feel better about your week."
We laughed. so. hard. Thank you.
Posted by: Jocelyne | January 23, 2009 at 09:24 PM
All I can do is nod and sigh. I'll bet he does it at bed time, too! And then laughs like crazy when you ask if he's trying to kill you. My two are 7 and 3. Sigh again.
Posted by: Sarahd | January 23, 2009 at 11:18 PM
See this is my house, but at bedtime...
Posted by: Sass | January 24, 2009 at 12:56 AM
you do kid-speak better than anyone i've ever read.
Posted by: kommishoner | January 24, 2009 at 01:06 AM
This post helped me realize something about my kid: She has no reason to hurry.
Today she was lying on her back in the snow for what seemed like hours. Eating the snow, leisurely. I was trying to convince her--of all things!--to go to the movies with me. To see a kid's movie. But she wasn't sure. Why not just lie in the snow? What the hell? Life is short? I was also a bit freaked about frostbite. How can she just lie there for over thirty minutes? On her back? One mittened hand buried in snow? Like some kind of drunk.
Maybe being four is like being drunk. All the time.
She also did the 'I can't WAAAALLLLLLKKKK' thing and so enjoyed me kind of holding her by the coat as she let her legs fall out from under her.
Over and over and over and over and over again.
The obvious suddenly dawned on me reading this post: Four is a different way of being. There's no where to go, nothing to do. There's just now. It's all now, all the time.
Unless she has to go potty. Well, sometimes even then.
It's annoying as hell. And yet, it's almost she's like some kind of crazy zen master.
Posted by: ozma | January 24, 2009 at 02:12 AM
The other morning I put my daughter's shoes and socks on for her, muttering the entire time about how I couldn't believe I was putting socks on a 10-year-old. I know I should have made her do it herself, but we were running late, and I just wanted it done with no arguing or goofing around. I hope she grows out of this stage eventually, because I'm not coming to her house every morning when she's an adult and putting her shoes on so she can go to work!
Posted by: Vanessa | January 24, 2009 at 02:54 AM
So funny. My own two boys are "the goofballs." Really, boys are often alarmingly simple. And they grow to be simple as well...sigh.
Posted by: Elizabeth | January 24, 2009 at 03:32 AM
i feel your pain. why is it that something as simple as a sock can be enough to drive the most "perfect" mother over the edge. how i long for the return of flip flop season...
Posted by: not a jersey girl | January 24, 2009 at 11:45 AM
Hey, it happens to girls too. My 7 year old who reads with fourth graders is apparently a little behind in her physical comedy because she's just getting this. EV.ERY.TH.ING. in the world requires her falling to her knees with "yyyyAAARRGghggh" sound effects. While I'm standing there going "GETUPNOWITSTIMEFORSCHOOL" through clenched teeth. No wonder my dental bills are so high.
Posted by: Anne | January 24, 2009 at 12:31 PM
Ha! I've also said, "You are trying to kill me" more times than I would like to admit. The other thing I say (which worked kinda well when the children were under five and more apt to take me at my word) is: "If you don't stop Right Now, Mommy's head will POP OFF. It will pop off, fly out the window and go SMOOSH on the street." Now they just find that amusing, which probably isn't a good sign.
Posted by: Claudia | January 24, 2009 at 01:13 PM
Ha! I've also said, "You are trying to kill me" more times than I would like to admit. The other thing I say (which worked kinda well when the children were under five and more apt to take me at my word) is: "If you don't stop Right Now, Mommy's head will POP OFF. It will pop off, fly out the window and go SMOOSH on the street." Now they just find that amusing, which probably isn't a good sign.
Posted by: Claudia | January 24, 2009 at 01:13 PM
So, I laughed out loud when I read this. Actually lol'ed. And my 8 yr old son comes over and wants to know what's so funny. So I read it to him. With voices. To make it even funnier. And now he's running around the house trying to out-goof Henry.
My god, I am an idiot. I am a complete and utter moron. I just gave him MORE ammunition. Der.
BTW, I used to tell my boys that they were going to make my head explode, and now they're just disappointed that I wasn't being literal. " 'Cause it would be SO COOL if Mom's head actually did explode, and her brains were like, all over the walls, and um, she was standing there with like, no head, and...."
Posted by: Shnerfle | January 24, 2009 at 03:26 PM
Are you sure you werent a fly on my wall this morning?
Posted by: Catherine Ipcizade | January 24, 2009 at 04:41 PM
Okay, so I used to like you* before I saw this last post which has given me no hope that I will ever not have drama with my little boy, who is now 15-months-old and in the "everything is a gigantic drama and the end of the world" phase.
So now I can't even daydream about less dramatic times ahead. Thanks.
*just kidding about the past tense here--I still love your writing and Henry sounds hilarious. But the part about losing all hope is true. :)
Posted by: Katie | January 24, 2009 at 07:43 PM
I am so glad I'm not the only one. My boy does the exact same thing.
You summed it up perfectly ... thank you thank you THANK YOU.
Posted by: Angela | January 25, 2009 at 03:07 AM
I will now be doing this to my boyfriend every time we have to go somewhere. I can just taste the hilarity. Thanks for the inspiration!
Posted by: Ry | January 25, 2009 at 10:25 AM
Amen, sister. Welcome to raising boys. Don't ask me.... I don't know why.....
Posted by: Rachel | January 25, 2009 at 01:20 PM
Hilarious! I can just imagine this.
It could be worse - if you live with our dog Diva, you have to be careful NOT to say things like "it's time to go" or "are you ready?" because she is immediately all "yes, yes, I'm ready, let's go let's go!!" ;-) Even if you're not ready!
Posted by: Mauigirl | January 25, 2009 at 02:14 PM