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Every summer, I complain about the heat. When winter arrives, I complain that everything is cold and gray and dead. Spring and fall, however, leave me no room for any gripes.
Today was the first day we’ve executed the new morning plan, the one where Mr. takes B to school while I head off to work. It was phenomenally weird to climb into my car, alone, and kiss the boys goodbye.
It was a lovely, overcast, slightly drippy morning. There was rain last night – B told me he heard it last night when he woke up, but didn’t hear it while he was asleep! – so everything was damp. In anticipation of this change in routine, I parked my car over by B’s school last night so that I could walk over that way with the boys and Miss Maya. On our walk, I realized for the first time that the trees are blooming! Spring is here! (How could I have missed this?) When I stopped to take pictures, B asked me if I missed spring, which I did. He told me everyone likes spring because “everything comes back.”
New, different, better than ever.
B picked out his new crocs today – green! He’s been off pink lately, and I was afraid someone had told him that pink is “for girls” (which is a sure way to enrage my liberal soul, plus until about the turn of the century pink was considered a boy’s color, because it’s derived from red). I had a long talk with him about why he didn’t want any more pink crocs:
Me: But don’t you like pink?
B: Yeah, but I just like green. And red.
Me: But you can wear any color you want, you know. Daddy wears pink all the time!
B: I know. I like pink, but green is my favorite color!
Me: Oh, so you want green ones because you like that color better!
B: <I swear he rolled his eyes at me, and sighed>. Yes!
Maybe it’s a girl thing, or just a ‘me’ thing, but when I was little I couldn’t bear to have my PlayDough colors mixed up. (I also didn’t like my food to touch. My grandmother would joke that it was a shame they didn’t make divided plates for adults.) B’s PlayDough, with the exception of a few pieces of purple that are still hanging in, is almost uniformly brown, and he likes it just fine that way. Go figure.