“Wah wah” is Ike’s way of asking to go for a walk. Outside. Which is not so much a walk as it is just take him outside please, right now, thanks. Sometimes he is happy to sit on the porch in his little blue lounge chair and feel the breeze through his bird’s nest hair.
“Wah wah?” Is the first thing I hear when I go to Ike’s room in the morning. Or when I walk through the door after work. Tiny, little, bright brown eyes staring up at me from knee-hieght.
“Wah wah?” he asks again. If I ignore the request or tell him that I need to do something else first (like oh I don’t know go pee or something) he goes and gets a shoe. Only one shoe, usually his, sometimes mine, or the closest one he can find. And he asks a little louder this time “Wah wah?”
If the response is still unfavorable, or if I make an unreasonable request like “go get your other shoe”, he contorts his face into a sour expression, throws the shoe on the floor, stomps his chubby little foot and shouts “WAH WAA-AAH! MAAA!”, then grabs my hand and drags me to the nearest door.
Does this only happen to me? Is he satisfied after going outside for a walk (wah wah)? Um no. We go outside, we walk, we blow bubbles, we play on his Little Tykes slide.
Eventually I coax him back inside to start dinner, and as soon as his sister walks in the door it starts all over again.
Then his Dad gets home. “Daddie-O! Wah wah?”
This weekend we were pretty much outside all day, both days, until dark. When we came in for dinner what did he ask? “Wah wah?” Of course.
And at night, after we’ve been outside at the house, outside at the playground, and outside at the zoo, he asks once more after dinner.
Ike. “Wah wah?”
Me. “No wah wah it’s dark outside.”
Ike. Thinks for a moment. “Bah?” Which is bottle. Because if we aren’t walking we must be going to bed.