Over the past two weeks or so, Jacob has developed an affinity for a Disney TV show called Bunk’d. From what I can tell, it’s a tween sitcom that takes place at a fictional summer camp called Camp Kikiwaka. There is one camper of most ethnic backgrounds including Ravi, Jorge, Zuri, Tiffany and Xander. G-rated teen love mixed with antics and a laugh track.
I feel a little off balance given this new interest in shows that aren’t cartoons. He vehemently denies liking the almost kissing scenes, despite the way he covers his face in giddy revulsion.
This new nine-year-old going on pre-tweeny Jacob says things like, “Wow Mom. Just Wow.” “Who does that?” And “Like, Duuuuh.” Anytime I ask something such as, “Why do you only wear pajama bottoms?” He says sassily, “Cuz I can.” “Don’t judge. Don’t judge.” The weirdest of late is, “Nani?” Which is a Yoda-like expression that appears to replace a confused, “What?” He’s telling me that it’s Japanese. Hmmmm.
This weekend Grandma Suzy somehow talked me into taking the boys with me to Trader’s Joe’s as a learning experience. I wouldn’t want them almost growing-up and wandering around with a random armful of food like the three hundred college boys stuffing the aisles at my Trader Joe’s.
I was starting up the car in front of the vet clinic that graces the same strip mall and Jacob says to his brother, “Remember the boy and the girl we saw in there last time we were here?”
“Yeah.”
“They were holding hands and kissing.”
“I think they were really sad because probably their dog or their cat died.”
“Yeah, probably their dog. Or maybe their cat died.”
“Definitely not a donkey,” says Nate.
“Or a frog,” says Jacob.