Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

And Not The Cheesy Fun Kind Either

April 23, 2019

As we approach the final stretch of 2nd grade, we can take some cold comfort in the fact that we’re fine grade-wise.  Academically, this past year looks amazing.

Emotionally, however . . . how do I put this?

This past year hasn’t been an emotional roller coaster; more like an emotional house of horrors.

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We Could Use It

April 22, 2019

With a little luck, we’re on the final week of schoolwork needed for my son to put second grade behind him.

So wish us luck.

I’ll Probably Still Be At Least Humming It Tomorrow As Well

April 15, 2019

This morning:  Went over the Preamble to the Constitution with my son.

By afternoon:  Realized I had already sung the damn song easily a dozen times.

An Excerpt From Some Play With My Son

April 10, 2019

Mysterious Voice (My son):  Once again we need your help on an adventure.

Our “Not So Brave” Hero (Me):  Can’t you get somebody else to do it?

Mysterious Voice:  We wanted Superman, but he’s on another continent.

Our “Not So Brave” Hero:  I can wait.

Mysterious Voice:  No!

Our “Not So Brave” Hero:  Fiiiiiiiiine.

So I Think He Got It

April 9, 2019

Recently I used the phrase “chewing the scenery” within earshot of my son, but I had my doubts that he’d fully understood what I meant until a few days later I heard him say that someone was “chewing the scenery like a rancor chewing on the fourth wall.”

He Was Grinning When He Asked That Though, So MAYBE He Was Kidding And Actually Got The Point This Time

April 8, 2019

“We’ll get started in about twenty minutes,” I told my son this morning.  “Nineteen minutes, to be precise.”

“I thought you were done with being ‘precise,'” he replied.  “It’s kind of annoying.”

“The day I can say ‘about twenty minutes’ and you accept that as an answer is the day I’ll stop being so ‘precise,'” I told him.

“But is that eighteen minutes . . . or twenty-two . . . or seventeen . . . or what?” my son then wanted to know.

Points For Timing (And I Actually Heard Most Of This)

April 3, 2019

To follow-up on yesterday, apparently right after I went back today for a quick nap, my son lost his pet rock.  (It was later recovered.) While he and Lala searched the house, he asked her if they should ask me if I knew where it was.

Checking the bedroom door and finding it locked (something I do when I want to make it clear I’m not to be casually disturbed), my son wanted to knock, but Lala said no.

“If he’s resting, we shouldn’t wake him with a loud knock,” she said.

*Cue the only delivery man in weeks to actually knock on our door loud enough to be heard to knock like the police are about to break down our door.*

“Yeah, like that one,” Lala sighed.

Well . . . No GOOD Jokes, I Mean

April 2, 2019

Recently my son was introduced to the concept of a “pet rock,” and is currently in class with his new “pet.”

I don’t really have a joke for this.  I just wanted this event recorded.

And That’s No Joke

April 1, 2019

Happy “Don’t Trust Anybody Or Anything” Day!

(So far I’ve been given an empty glass instead a glass of water, been told there was going to be construction outside our house all day today, and I sat on a squeaky toy.  This all happened before 9 A.M., so this may be a long day for me.)

Yes It Is And Yes I Can

March 28, 2019

“Remember what I said about stepping on brown?” my son asked me the other day.

“Yes,” I replied.

“That’s harder now that the whole floor is brown.  Could you maybe make that a Candles & Curses entry?”