My kid talks to our fire alarms, whom he has dubbed as “ceiling”. This started back in April, after they went off twice while coking was happening in the kitchen with my best friend, Lynette. He was scared of them for quite awhile, and still sometimes is (especially when we go other places that have fire alarms above us), but now? O and ceiling have a full on dialogue.
“Ceiling! You okay?!” (when he thinks he hears a fire alarm, which he believes is the sound of the ceiling crying, no matter how many times we’ve told him differently).
“Ceiling is sad” (a continual belief on his part, to which we often reply with, “Ceiling is happy, actually!”).
“You have a good day, Ceiling?!” (after coming home from child care).
“I have to go get (such and such), Ceiling” (told to ceiling as he passes under it [which he often asks permission of it to do so]).
And this morning: “I see ceiling’s mouth.” (we have no idea about this one, though it is mildly terrifying).
There’s even some occasional sass:”Ceiling! You have to cut your nails!” (after he’s not let us cut his nails for the past week).
“Ceiling! *insert testy toddler trash talk here*” (we have realized that in terms of pecking order, O has placed ceiling on the lowest possible dominator).
This is not a part of parenting I expected, like, at ALL… but, I’m here for the journey. As crazy as it may make me. 💚
