Jack and the Jellybean Stalk
By John Martin
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Until a father can wipe his baby son's piddle off his chin, he can't call himself a man. At least, that's what John Martin tells himself.
Better known these days as a funny mystery novelist, Martin cut his teeth on his son cutting his teeth.
This collection contains 51 true (well almost true, probably slightly embellished) stories from John Martin's years of parenting.
He takes a light-hearted look at some serious issues, including childbirth, nappies, circumcision, pets, religion, Santa Claus and learning on occasion to cope without mummy. Oh, and he knows where the bodies are buried. And the jellybean stalk too!
John Martin
John Martin was born in the South Bronx. After graduating from college with a degree in English Literature he spent seven years as a machinist in the South Bronx, Manhattan, Brooklyn, South Boston, and Oakland CA. He left the factory floor to become a photojournalist for American Machinist, then left there to freelance for The Economist and magazines around the world.
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Jack and the Jellybean Stalk - John Martin
1
MISSING AT SEA
It is not beyond the realms of possibility that a small, yellow plastic spade will one day wash up on the shores of the west coast of North America or England.
If someone there finds it, it belongs to me.
Er, well, not me exactly.
It belonged to Jack when he was four.
'Look, daddy,' cried Jack after his spade was sucked into the Pacific Ocean and could be seen bobbing up and down on the outgoing waves.
We were at Malua Bay on the south coast of New South Wales.
Jack had been building a sandcastle by a rock pool, quite a distance from where the gentle waves were lapping at the shore when, suddenly, a big wave washed in. Not only did it wipe out the masterpiece of construction he was working on, it also washed his little yellow plastic spade away.
Last I saw, it was heading towards New Zealand, possibly for a stopover before pressing on to Hawaii, then California and onwards to Britain, via Alaska.
'Can you get it for me, daddy?' Jack asked.
'Um, no ... I think it's going out to sea too quickly,' I stammered, as I interrupted my own sandcastle-building activities and gazed forlornly at the vast blue ocean. 'Here, use my spade instead.'
I know there are some fathers who would risk their lives to retrieve their son's little yellow plastic spades, and retain possession of their own spades — but I am not one of them.
There are two main reasons for this:
When I swim, which is rarely, I like to be able to touch the bottom. I do not know a lot about the sea but what I do know is that I am very unlikely to be able to touch the bottom off the continental shelf.
Killer sharks swim in Australian waters and sometimes they like to avenge all the fish who have been caught by humans. For my money, a little yellow plastic spade bobbing on the waves is a bit too much like the little yellow floaters I used to use while fishing. I am already down to my last two legs and my last two arms and I don't want to lose any more.
'But where will it go to?' Jack wanted to know as the spade bobbed further and further out.
I really did not know.
We had lost a plastic spade in a similar manner the previous year and found it the next day washed up a few hundred yards along the same beach.
But, as I said, it is not beyond the realms of possibility that it will ride ocean currents thousand and thousands of nautical miles, fanned by the trade winds, if not the spade winds, and end up on the other side of the world.
Perhaps it was destined to be picked up by a solo around-the-world yachts person. It would be about time. The Australian Navy, using my tax dollars, has rescued enough of them.
Perhaps it would be washed up on the beach of a remote Pacific island where it would be found by a marooned sailor, who was really hoping to get a reply to his message in a bottle, but would be thankful anyway because he now had the means to maintain his sanity by building sandcastles until rescuers arrived.
Perhaps it would get caught up in a fishing net and mistakenly end up in a can of Taiwanese tuna.
'I really don't know where it might end up, Jack,' I said solemnly as I looked to the curved blue horizon . 'I wish we had written a return address on it though.’
2
WHEN A NAPPY CHAPPY BECOMES A MAN
‘Mummy, when I was inside your tummy, did I have to wear nappies?' Jack asked Katherine when he was four.
As a father who changed many hundreds of diapers over several years, I do not know how I would have coped had I been expected to change nappies, baby unseen, via the birth canal 22 times a day.
I am not sure how Katherine would have felt about it, either. 'Um ... does it feel like a boy or a girl?'
Jack has been a long time out of nappies, which is great because it seemed at the time he was a long time in them.
I once spoke to a father who was perturbed that his three-year-old son still could not get his toilet training right. I was able to console him that by the time the boy reaches his 40s, like me, he will be able to do poo poos and wee wees by himself and probably will not have to wear a nappy again until he is 98.
I am not sure why Jack suddenly became fixated with nappies again when he was four.
His favourite bedtime reading at the time was a manual which had been the most-used reference tome on our bookshelves in our early days of parenthood.
His favourite segment in the book was Changing Baby's Nappy. It offered advice about things you need to have on hand whenever you are changing a nappy.
These include — and I know this might shock a few people — a ‘CLEAN nappy’.
I knew nothing about changing nappies until Katherine and I went to ante-natal classes.
There, aside from learning about the actual birthing process and watching some videos some people would pay good money for in some of the seedier areas of the world, we learnt some basic survival tactics for new parents.
It was tough stuff.
Unless you passed, the baby was not allowed to be born and your wife had to do her pregnancy all over again. Well, it was almost that tough anyway.
Part of the syllabus was learning to tie nappies.
This was truly fascinating.
For instance, I did not have a clue that there were actually several knots you could use with cloth nappies.
It was like being in the boy scouts again.
There were reef knots, granny knots, knots for girls, knots for boys.
We were also warned that baby boys have a nasty habit of christening their parents during nappy changes.
This is easily done.
While you are busy trying to co-ordinate the ends of the nappies with legs, a nappy clip and trying to remember if the knot is left-over-right-and-under or right-over-left-and-over to a backdrop of howling and within just inches of the soiled nappy you just removed, you only have to lose concentration for a second and, POW, 'gotcha daddy'.
Ha, this didn't worry me.
Well, not until it happened anyway.
And even then, I consoled myself with the knowledge that I had fired on my father when I was a baby, too.
I am now a firm believer that a man cannot call himself a man until he has wiped his baby son's piddle from his chin. It’s another rite of passage.
When Jack was one, we dispensed with cloth nappies and started to buy disposables from the supermarket.
These are what came to fascinate him.
Other children stop and gaze lovingly at the sweets in the confectionery aisle; when Jack was four, he lingered in front of all the disposable nappies.
Have you ever pondered the magnitude of the disposal nappy industry? If every disposable nappy used in Australia each day was placed in a line, I have no idea how far it would stretch but I am pretty sure it could soon replace the Dingo Fence across the outback and be just as effective at keeping the pests away.
Jack found an old packet of disposables we had stowed away high in a cupboard.
He insisted on putting them on his bed each night, rather like a cherished old teddy bear or comfort blanket.
I did not really understand this behaviour.
All I knew is that I want them back when I turn 98.
3
A 10-STAR BREAKFAST COMES UNSTUCK
We were batching and Jack, aged four, was convinced he had swallowed a spoon.
'I think it's in my tummy,' he said when he awoke me distressed early on Sunday morning.
'When did you swallow this spoon, Jack?' I croaked, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
'Last night,' he said.
'Oh, I think it must have been a dream,' I consoled him.
Dreams are like that, aren't they? Guys, have you ever woken up firmly believing that you have done something shockingly bad, something that will really, really upset your wife, like putting too much washing in the clothes drier, thus making everything crinkly and creating extra ironing?
'But I DID swallow a spoon,' Jack insisted. 'Look,' he said, opening his mouth wide.
I looked but could not see anything. This could have been because I am as blind as a bat without my glasses.
Normally, the early-morning mouth inspection might have fallen to Katherine who has excellent eyesight and is usually much more alert than me early in the morning.
Alas, she was out of town and I was parenting and sleeping solo.
Three nights earlier, Jack had insisted I make him pancakes for dinner.
'Jack, there's nothing wrong with baked beans from a can,' I had said.
'But I want pancakes,' he insisted. 'Why can't you make them for me? Mummy makes me pancakes all the time.'
'That's great. But she knows how to make them. I don't,' I said.
'Well, why didn't you watch mummy making them, then you'd know how to make them?' Jack asked.
'Er, um .... oh, well, mummy never watches me watching television, does she?' I spluttered. 'And I never watch her making pancakes.'
'But I want pancakes,' Jack said.
'I'll tell you what I'll do, Jack,' I said. 'I'll take you to McDonald's for hotcakes on Sunday morning if you're a good boy.’
I put a sign up on the fridge. The deal was Jack had to accumulate 10 stars to go to McDonald's. Every time he did something good, I would give him a star. Every time, he displeased me he would lose a star.
Things went swimmingly the first full day, Friday.
When Jack went to bed, he had six stars.
The second day, Saturday, he wasn't so well-behaved. By mid-morning, he had only two stars.
I really had to work hard to get him back up to seven stars by bedtime. This was creative parenting at its best.
Somehow, though, I had to conjure up three more stars before 10.30am, breakfast closing time at McDonald's.
I seized the chance when Jack came into my room at 6.30am to complain about having swallowed a spoon.
It is entirely possible that