For some time now my son has enlightened me with explanations about how the world works from his perspective. Being a good testosterone loaded male he has a reason for everything and always delivers his explanation with an air of authority.
For example, tonight he told me why some of the beans I am soaking for tomorrow’s bean soup float. Evidently it has something to do with the water hollowing out said beans so they are lighter.
I had no idea.
Tonight he also shared with me one of his theories about long distance travel. The conversation went like this . . .
G: “Mom, do you know why it takes so long to get from Alaska to . . . what is that place called where Papa lives?”
Mom: “Texas.”
G: “No, the other one.”
Mom: “Wasilla.”
G: “Do you know why it takes so long to get from Alaska to Wasilla?”
(Wasilla is in Alaska for those of you who managed to remain blissfully ignorant for the duration of the last presidential election cycle.)
Mom: “Why does it take so long?”
G: “Because,” said my child who still pronounces ‘th’ as ‘f,’ “your car fights the erf because the erf goes backwards and your car goes forwards.”
Mom: “Uh, ok.”
And here I was under the mistaken impression that the 40 mile trip between our house and Wasilla takes forever because my children don’t like to ride in the car and have no qualms about letting us know it the entire time.
On another note . . . G just asked if he could dig into the “Give” section of his piggy bank and take the money from it to school for the sick kids. His school is collecting “Pennies for Patients.”
Lessons are being learned. Giving is one of my favorite. Makes me a proud mama.
They are both so happy and chatty and cooperative tonight I think I might shed a few tears of joy. It has been a challenging week and a half and we’ve all earned this bliss.
Cheers,
D
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