My 5-year-old has discovered college.
No, he’s not Doogie Howser (probably). I think it dates back to a few weeks ago when his sister reached the episode of Blue’s Clues where Steve goes to college and his hipper, untucked shirt, non-pleated pants, younger brother, Joe, moves in to take care of Blue and the show.
My daughter has never watched another episode of Blue’s Clues. Also, Steve didn’t go to college. He joined a punk band that recently played on Nick Jr. I’m sad all over again.
While N has been scarred for life and may never leave the nest, E has been asking many questions about this mythical college place that Steve left a talking dresser and a clue-leaving dog for.
E: Can I eat cake at college?
Me: Yes, you can eat cake at college.
Me: You can actually eat whatever you want whenever you want.
E: Oh my gosh. I can eat lunch BEFORE LUNCHTIME. This is going to be awesome.
He dreams big.
E: Mama, do I have to wash my hands before I eat?
Me: No, but it will keep you healthier.
E: Okay, I will. Wait, do they have bathrooms in college?
Me: Yes, they have bathrooms.
E: Well then they’ll have sinks. I’ll be able to wash my hands!
Wait until I tell him about the mini-fridge. He’ll be moving out tomorrow doing the Blue Clue’s jazz hands on his was out the door.