Our late night interactions with Miles typically consist of food, the occasional episode of Sesame Street, and almost always some degree of assurance that he in fact cannot see any birds right now because all the birds are asleep.
Last night, Miles woke up fussing like any similar night. I stumbled out of bed to check on him, soon finding him standing up in his Pack ‘n’ Play waiting for me to hoist him up.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” I asked. And then I heard it. Chirping.
Miles looked up at me, placed his fingers to his mouth to mimic a beak, and said, “Buhd.”
Yes, now there are actually birds outside of the house that are warbling in the middle of the night. Which makes me, in the eyes of my child, appear to have been a liar all this time.
What am I supposed to say now? Some of the options that occurred to me, with possible outcomes:
- “Yes, that’s a bird. No, we can’t go see it.” – Honest, but not likely to go over very well.
- “No, that isn’t a bird.” – An actual lie, and he’s been working hard on animal sounds. I’d hate to confuse him.
- “That bird crazy it don’t know what it’s doing.” – This could work, provided there’s something potentially more interesting in the general vicinity that I can immediately divert his attention to. I’m thinking cottage cheese.
- “Alexa, play ‘Sounds of the Ocean’ as loud as you can.” – It’ll sound like a freight train in the baby monitor, but at least he won’t be able to hear that infernal bird.
So it’s still a work in progress. Maybe he’ll just lose interest in birds soon…?