There is a famous story in my family about my brother Chris from when he was three years old. One night, my brother woke my dad up in bed, which was not all that unusual. Only this night, my brother said to my dad, “I vant to drink your blood.” My brother was pretty much still asleep when he uttered the words, full on Transylvania accent included. My dad screamed and woke my mom up – it probably did not help matters that my dad was in the middle of reading the Exorcist. The next morning my brother did not remember the incident, and hence the creepy Chris story was immortalized.
Fast forward thirty some-odd years. Scene: around 6 o’clock on a winter weekday night. My husband was out of town on business, and I was home alone with my then 20 month old son. We were in the kitchen, and I was in the process of feeding him dinner, when he stopped eating his beans, looked up at me and said quietly and seriously in his little toddler voice, “Mommy, there’s a man downstairs.”
Yes, my son totally freaked me out, and I started wondering if it was possible that my kid had the sixth sense. I picked myself off the floor, inched away from the basement door, and finally asked him, “What man?” By that point he had resumed eating his beans like nothing had ever happened. I asked him repeatedly “WHAT MAN?” but he only looked up at me and said, “What?”
Then this past week I had a conversation with my now almost three year old son about why he cannot have a motorcycle for his third birthday. (Or ever, if it’s up to me!) I explained that he will not be able to ride a motorcycle until he is very big. After what appeared to be an understanding on my son’s part, he looked at me and again very seriously said, “I used to be a very famous motorcycle rider when I was big.”
Does my son see dead people? Does he have memories of a past life? Or is his newfound favorite show, Scooby Doo, to blame???
Shortly after the “man downstairs” incident, I remembered that we had had a plumber at the house earlier that day, and my son was likely only recounting the fact that there had been a man in our basement that morning. Darn toddlers and their limited language skills and lack of understanding of present/past tense!
Yes, I am quite certain there are very simple explanations for the creepy things our kids sometimes say. My son’s language abilities and vocabulary are growing and expanding daily at an astounding rate. His world is also expanding every day at school and with his new friends (and admittedly with movies and television). And while yes, sometimes he says some things in a particular way that might give me the willies, most of the time I am in awe and delight of my child and his awesome little blossoming personality.
But honestly I wish he wouldn’t ask me, “What’s that noise?” as often as he does when we’re home alone.
Have your kids ever said anything that freaked you out? Did you ever get an explanation??