Ruthie’s latest word craze is ‘stupid.’ I think it started when Bryan and I became fed up with our Comcast DVR randomly shutting down for the 42nd time, and one of us mumbled, ‘Stupid Comcast.’ Ever since then, Ruthie’s mantra has been Stupid This and Stupid That.
For awhile I tried the tactic of semi ignoring it, not wanting to whip her into an excited fervor by any strong disapproval. That didn’t work well, as EVERYTHING became stupid. So I tried redirecting it into inanimate objects, like STUPID COMCAST, or stupid bike. Stupid People were off limits. But still, everything was obsessively stupid, not to mention the occassional Stupid Thomas slipped in there.
The pinnacle of this craze came last week on our vacation when we had a stupid day in which, once again, everything was stupid. Ruthie came to ask permission to do something, I said she could do it later because right now it was dinner time. She screamed at me and ran away. She ran all the way across a large field and up a hill, and from that hill she screamed, ‘YOU’RE SO STUPID!’ at me.
The next morning I spent some time cleaning and reorganizing the kitchen area of our campsite. I threw away cups, tossed dirty dishes into a tub, and moved unnecessary items from the table. Then I came across a folded up piece of paper. I unfolded it to see if it was something I could throw away, and as my eyes landed on the one single word written on the paper, it was as if the gods were sending me a message that I had just not been understanding, and now they were making it as plain as the nose on my face: