Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

I Have To Admit That Sounds Pretty Weird To Me

June 4, 2021

How weird would be if you made something, and it periodically disassembled itself and give a piece of itself back to you to show how grateful it was?

– L, age 10, in response to learning that some religions used to believe that you had to shed human blood to repay the gods for creating humanity

Just To Clarify

June 3, 2021

Before I got interrupted yesterday, I was planning to say that, for the record, while I consider ten way too young for that kind of language, I’m not foolish enough to believe my son doesn’t know it.

When Gaming And Birthdays Collide

May 31, 2021

She’s [age redacted]? It’s time for her to start gearing up!

– L., age 10, making a joke upon hearing his grandmother’s age

That Was Fair (And Funny)

May 28, 2021

I think it’s time for you to shut the “L” up now on that joke.

– My son, L, after me telling one too many “L” jokes the other day

I Did, And I Think He’s Growing Up Fast

April 23, 2021

Yesterday while I was replacing the batteries in one of my son’s toys, he grinned at me and with a knowing chuckle asked, “Hey, Dad. Remember when I said those looked like Double A holes to me, and do you remember the Ash hat Pikachu?”

Good Job, Son

April 14, 2021

I do want to say that I was mostly kidding about not knowing what to write about yesterday. Sure it’s true that I generally write about what I’m thinking most about at that moment, but there have been plenty of times that for one reason or another I’ve decided to write about something else.

Today, for instance, what I’m thinking about most is the sad state of the world, but what I’m going to write about is how my son is handling said state of the world with a grace that far exceeds my own.

The Truth Came Out When People Starting Pressing For Details

April 12, 2021

Today in class my son learned an important lesson about how bias (and arrogance) can influence how one interprets data. Put another way, one person’s religious megalith is another person’s olive press.

So It IS Progress

April 9, 2021

So my son finally got around to reading my post entitle “That’s Progress, Right?“. The summation of his response was, “No, not much, at least,” and “If it was anybody but you talking, I’d have called that passive-aggressive.”

He has a point, but it’s still a step up from my aggressive-aggressive days.

I Asked Him To Hold The Ladder For Me While I Cleaned The Gutters

March 29, 2021

Let the record show that yesterday I willingly placed my life in the hands of my son, and that he comported himself in a honorable manner and justified my faith in him.

I Couldn’t Have Said It Better Myself, Son

March 25, 2021

If you want to have a civil conversation, avoid certain topics unless you want to have a civil war.

– L.