Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

I Did, For One

October 23, 2017

Some of what I posted last week may show more cohesive context with the understanding that last week my family and I went to Disney World.

It was NOT an ideal experience.

This is not a customer complaint, but a parental one.  It turns out not every kid likes Disney World after all.

Who knew?

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He Got It In One

October 18, 2017

Long day today (story for another time), but at one point someone commented on my son’s Darth Vader shirt and asked him if he was dark side.  L’s mother was quick to assure him that while we weren’t Jedi, we were light side, just working with our own traditions.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “so you’re innovators!”

“Well . . .” I replied, “for obvious reasons we try not to call ourselves ‘Inno-Vaders’  . . .”

So . . . So Worth It

October 6, 2017

Having grown tired of my son’s constant declarations that every song he heard that he even mildly disliked was “the worst song ever,” yesterday I introduced him to Tiny Tim‘s, “Tiptoe Through The Tulips“.

His double take alone was worth it.

Because He’s Still A Sun Conure

October 5, 2017

Yesterday my son was browsing the archives on this blog, and he came across a category that he rightfully pointed out to me that I haven’t used in a while, “Coos and Caws,” so per my son’s request, here is a new “Coos and Caws” entry.

Yes, Algiz the Sun Conure is still with us despite me being quiet about him . . . a favor he has not returned, by the way.

It’s A Work In Progress . . . For Both Of Us

September 21, 2017

Currently my son is struggling with the concept of paying attention in class.  He understands perfectly that there are times that he needs to be paying attention “one hundred percent,” but he’s still a little fuzzy on exactly when he needs to do that.

And That’s Pretty Much How It Happened

August 22, 2017

As you may have already guessed, the reason we were with my son on an airplane the other day was so that we could be in a better location for the recent solar eclipse.  If this sounds uncharacteristically . . . extravagant of me to you, you’ve obviously been paying attention.

As it happens, we got lucky.  It happened something like this:

My son,L., to Me:  I’d sure like to see a total solar eclipse.

Me to Me:  Me too.

Me to L’s Mother:  L. and I were just talking about the upcoming solar eclipse and how cool it would be able to see it.

L’s Mother to Me:  You know . . . I have to make a business trip to an area in the path of totality sometime in the next few months.  Do you want me to see if I can schedule it to coincide with-

Me:  Yes.

The Baby Did Great Too Though

August 21, 2017

Yesterday my son took his first plane trip for reasons you might be able to guess, but I’ll likely confirm tomorrow.  I had my concerns about that, but he did great, so there’s no real story there.

Before I knew he was going to do great though, I was probably the only adult on the plane that has happy to see someone bringing a baby on board, and I was definitely the only person that was ecstatic when the family with the baby sat right behind us, because that meant the odds favored that nobody else was going to notice if my son had a bad time with his first flight.

You Have A Gift For Understatement, Son

August 17, 2017

“I’m feeling unnormal,” my son told me last night as I was tucking him in.

“‘Unnormal?'” I asked.  “Does that mean you’ll be going to sleep easily tonight or what?”

He then proceeded to answer me by spewing over half his bed and a good portion of the floor next to it.

(He seems to be fine, by the way.  Just another entry in the cavalcade of life, but if you hear me using the term “unnormal” in the near future, this event is probably why.)

 

Me: Exactly!

August 16, 2017

My son, L. (six years old),  while working on a school worksheet:  These really are tricky letters!

Me:  Yep.  Definitely truth in advertising on this one.

L.:  There is truth in advertising.

Me:  Well . . . not always, but in this case, yes.

L.:  There is truth . . . and there is advertising.

School Starts Here Today, So I Just Keep Telling Myself This

August 14, 2017

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of school, I will fear no fussing . . .