Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

Not Just Animal Attacks, Son

November 21, 2019

I’m pretty sure hopelessness is a big killer in animal attacks.

– My son, L. (age 9) (As part of our conversation on the importance of not just giving up in bad situaions.)

He Agreed That Was One Really Good Reason Not To Eat

November 12, 2019

Today L. and I were talking about how to evaluate situations, solutions, etc. by their pros and cons.  Recognizing that “quality vs. quantity” can come into play in making those decisions, my son asked me for an example of a situation with a lot of pros, but with one large con.

“Imagine you’ve been invited to a banquet in your honor,” I told him.  “All your favorite foods have been prepared, and they’re all done to perfection.  Everything looks amazing, smells amazing, tastes amazing, and so on.  That’s a lot of pros, right?”

L. nodded.

“The con is that everything has been poisoned,” I said with a chuckle.

And We Were Both Okay With That . . . More Or Less

November 5, 2019

“Are you ready for school?” I asked my son this morning.

There was no verbal answer from him, but his body language answered my question clearly enough.

“Not really thrilled with the idea, huh?”

“Not really,” he agreed.

Feeling the same way, I nodded in understanding.  “Well . . .” I said, “let’s get started anyway and see how it goes.”

“Are you saying ready or not it’s time for school?” my son asked me.

“I prefer ‘ready or not, here school comes,'” I admitted with a chuckle, “but that’s more or less what I’m saying, yes.”

Regardless, Happy Birthday, Son!

November 4, 2019

Yesterday was my son’s ninth birthday, and at some point it occurred to me that it also marked the half-way point to the start of his adulthood.

When I mentioned this to his mother she got a little misty-eyed.

When I mentioned this to my father he likened this to being at the half-way point of a marathon:  While technically it’s true that you only have as far to go as you have already gone, the second half is a lot more involved than the first.

It Really Would Be

October 25, 2019

Me:  (After dragging around the entire morning.)  Kiddo, I’m not sure that I’m sick today, but I’m going to act as if I am.  I mean I’m going to take care of myself like I would if I was sick, not that I’m going to start going around acting sick.

My son:  Yeah, that would be bad.

I Regret Nothing

October 24, 2019

The following is an excerpt from a play my son and I were having the other day:

The Narrator (a.k.a., my son):  You find yourself in one of “those” houses.

The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): (Thinking we must be thinking of different houses, but deciding to go with the joke anyway.)  Really?  But I don’t have any money!

The Narrator:  (Ignoring me)  You find yourself in the house of a grumpy cat.

The Not-So-Brave Hero:  A grumpy cat house, you say?  It’s grumpy because I don’t have any money, isn’t it?

But That Might Be Bit Of An Advanced Concept For Third Grade

October 2, 2019

One of the third grade goals for my son this year is to get him more comfortable with timed tests.  Naturally, he wanted to know why this was a goal.

“Lots of things in life are like timed tests, so it’s important to be able to work with time limits,” I told him, then I paused before adding, “In fact, some people would argue that life itself is a timed test.”

That’s What I Thought

September 30, 2019

My son:  Can I have some chips and salsa?

Me:  Sure!

My son:  Can you get me some water while you’re at it?

Me:  Yeah, I can do that.

My son:  Oh, and can you turn on the light for me?

Me:  Because I know you can’t reach it yourself, yes . . . yes, I can.

My son:  Ah!  Isa left something on the pad that needs to be cleaned up!  Can you clean it up?

Me:  Yeeeesss, but you’re already pretty deep in your requests to me, so it’s going to be a few moments before I get to that.  Plus, do you really want me to clean up after the dog before I handle the food you’re about to eat?

My son:  Just let me know when it’s safe to come to the table, okay?

Sometimes You DO Get To Have Your Cake And Eat It Too!

September 25, 2019

“So what games can we play with a deck of cards?” my son asked me this morning.

It was fairly easy for me to not give in to my first impulse, so I just chuckled and said, “Lots, but that reminds me.  If anybody ever asks you if you want to play 52-Card Pickup, just say no, okay?”

“Why?” he asked.  “What’s that?  Can you show me?”

“Do you really want me to do that?” I asked him in a tone that he’s old enough by now to recognize means that either a trick or a bad joke (or both) is about to follow.

“Yes!” he answered with a big grin.

What followed was the finest stream of cards I have ever shot in someone’s direction in my entire life.

So That’s Pretty Good

September 23, 2019

I don’t have a “perfect” life (if that phrase even means anything), but what I do have is a life where my son can ask me, “Dad, do you want to play with me?” and I can say “Yes.”