The Cornfield.
Mood:
accident prone
Topic: Sam
They are always telling you to watch what you say around your kids, because little pitchers have big ears. I wholeheartedly believe this to be true; Ben not so much, although he is learning it more every day. He is learning it mostly because of Sam, who is living proof of the truth of the cliche. Because Sam, although he doesn't say much, absorbs absolutely everything. The other day, he startled us quite out of our wits with a casual demonstration of how true that is.
Ben and I have two shorthand expressions for when someone is mysteriously done away with. They are
being sent to the cornfield and
being sent to the farm. The cornfield thing has its origins in an
old Twilight Zone episode where Billy Mumy plays the scary little psychokinetic kid who sends you to the cornfield if you piss him off. The farm thing is derived from that old line of parental bullshit when they've put your dog to sleep -- the one where they tell you
Oh, we took Skippy to go live on a nice farm where he can run and play and be happy, and never have to worry about getting in trouble for pooping on our $3000 Oriental rug. Sam is kind of dialed into those concepts -- in fact, when he is very upset with us, he has been known to tell us he is sending us to the cornfield. At which point we laugh our asses off, which rather takes the edge off his wrath.
But Sam understood more about the farm and the cornfield than we realized. We used to have a dog, Teddy -- that's Teddy in the picture there. He was (is) a miniature schnauzer, and he was blessed with all the Crazy native to that breed. He tried to take a bite out of Sam when Sam was a baby, probably because he was pissed off that Sam had supplanted him in our bed and, presumably, our hearts. So we placed Teddy with a new home, with the assistance of Small Breed Rescue. A home with older kids who could kick his ass if he tried to bite them. We did
NOT send him to the farm or to the cornfield.
(If you notice drainage tubes in Teddy's shoulders in the photo, that is because this photo was taken shortly after he tried to kill a pair of full-sized Akitas on the evening of September 11, 2001. Teddy's Crazy almost got him killed. But not by us!)The reason I give you this hefty dose of backstory is because Sam casually said to me the other day, as if in passing:
You and Daddy took Teddy to the cornfield.I almost fell over backwards. Poor Sam -- he didn't say a word, but for all these months he'd been thinking poor Teddy landed in the cornfield! And who knew what other wild imaginings were going through his dear little head. Maybe we would take Nicky to the cornfield, too. Shit, maybe he worried we would take
him and Matt to the cornfield!
Best mind our Ps and Qs and not piss off Mommy and Daddy, or it's off to the cornfield with us! My God. I was horrified.
I quickly and gently explained to Sam that Teddy did
not go to the cornfield, and that Ben and I would
never take a dog to the cornfield (I decided not to even bring up the idea of taking a
child to the cornfield), and he seemed to understand, but: MY GOD. I hope we didn't traumatize the kid. I hope he doesn't wind up in lengthy, expensive psychotherapy over this.
So, a word to the wise: Mind what you say around your children. Or, you know,
you could wind up in the cornfield. Or wish you had done.
Posted by Gretchen
at 12:39 PM PST