When I walked in from work on Monday evening, Mr gave me a long look and announced, “That’s a new dress.”
Translation: (1) someone’s been shopping and/or (2) you look nice today.
“Wait, seriously? I’ve actually worn this four or five times.”
Translation: (1) I haven’t been spending money – on this dress, anyway and/or (2) you really are in your own world sometimes, aren’t you?
Translation: (1) Oops and/or (2) Uh oh.
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The other night as we were preparing for bed, B proffered the following:
Mommy, did you know that I say a lot of things inside my head?Is that ok?
Yes, of course. That’s just your brain working. My brain works the same way.
Oh. And you know when it stops?
When you go to sleep at night?
Yes, and sometimes… <worried face>
Sometimes is it hard to stop thinking at the end of the day?
I know, that happens to me, too, buddy. Sometimes my brain is so busy thinking that I can’t get it to stop when I’m ready to go to sleep.
Oh.<Thoughtful and relieved expression.> Me Too.
Ah, yes – the perseveration gene! I see that it has been successfully transmitted to the next generation.
**At Sweet Rickey‘s request, given the title, I am editing this post to add: Maya is FINE, very much alive, and disgusted with the world at large.
In an effort to encourage gentleness with Miss Maya, who is a rather old dog, Mr and I frequently remind B of Maya’s age. This appears to have backfired, as B and I had the following conversation in the car today:
When is Maya going to die?
I don’t know, honey.
Well, how long is her going to live?
Hmmm… Dogs like Maya usually live to be fifteen or sixteen. She’s about fourteen now. So she’ll probably be around for a little while longer.
[Silence from the back seat, indicating that his mental wheels are turning]
Mommy, what do animals look like when they’re dead?
Um… like they’re sleeping?
Oh…[beat of silence] Only flatter.
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B opens most of our conversations this way:
Mommy? Can I tell you something? Continue reading
While watching an episode of Caillou about Chinese New Year, B turned to me and announced,
I would love to see a dragon. I would know it’s not real, so I wouldn’t be afraid. Dragons aren’t real anymore, did you know that?
They are extinct!
I’ve been getting a “disk is full” error on my laptop lately, so I’ve spent several hours sorting through and deleting old stuff… In the process, I came across this Facebook exercise from 2009 – “you are supposed to write a note with 20 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.”
What, didn’t you know? Blogging is really all about navel gazing.
B, when he is very excited about something, will tell me that he’s “very proud” about xyz. For example, he’s so proud that we are going to Stroudsburg to see the full size Thomas train…
It’s a funny expression, but it’s one my grandmother used all the time. I don’t know if this is an expression my mom uses around him (which would make sense), but I like to think it’s a product of mysterious genetic continuity transmitted through space and time.
>When I dropped B off at school this morning, one of the teachers was refereeing a particularly animated playground dispute. Two little boys were *screaming* at each other – as I got closer, one was yelling, “THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE.”
The teacher, calmly, said, “Well, at John’s house they put the tooth under the pillow, and and Jimmie’s house they put the tooth on top of the pillow – but the tooth fairy will find it either way, no matter where you put it.”
Oh my. I bet discussions of Santa Clause would put the Jerry Springer Show in the shade.