“Do You Need Some Pleasure?”
Sunday, February 4th, 2007William was three and half - and like most boys of his age, he loved to help Daddy!
My husband, who had (finally!) finished his most recent painting, was stretching the canvas on the kitchen floor. William, apparently fascinated by the stretching tools especially the staple gun, monitored the progress intensely from nearby.
“Daddy? ” he couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Yes, William?”
“Can I help?”
“Hmm… I don’t think so - you’re too little. You need more muscles.”
“But I have muscles. I ate my chicken… Look Daddy!” he raised both his arms and stroke a superman pose.
“Hmm… OK - why don’t you pass me the staples?”
“The stay..poles?” he asked, “The white thing?”
“Yes, but be careful - they are very sharp. Do you see they have sharp points? That’s why they can drive into the wood.” Someone was trying to be a teacher again.
“Oh! Yeah Daddy! They are so strong and sharp!” Someone was immediately impressed.
“Here you go Daddy - the stay-poles.”
“Thank you William.” said Daddy, not quite done with his teaching, “What do you say?”
“You’re welcome Daddy!”
“Great! You know - you can also say ‘Thank you daddy - it’s my pleasure!’” said the teacher.
“It’s my pleasure? Oh! Yeah! Thank you Daddy - it’s my pleasure!” repeated the pupil, almost too cheerfully.
When the job was finished, the two started to clean up. But something was missing - the staples. Concerned for safety, I joined the search; but it just seemed to have vanished into the thin air.
“William, did you see where daddy put the staples?”
“The.. stay-poles?” he seemed totally forgot about whole thing.
“Yes, the staples - remember the white thing? The sharp, strong thing that can drive into the wood?”
“Oh! Daddy - do you need some pleasure?”
“?” we were both confused.
“The pleasure! My pleasure! Remember? ”
Seeing us still confused, he ran into his toy room and came back with the missing box of staples in his hand.
“See? The pleasure - you said it’s my pleasure - it’s mine… because you said so!”
