Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

The Answer Is, Yes, I Should Be

March 31, 2020

Should I be worried that my son has been giving me a 48 hour countdown to April Fools’ Day?

He Uses Them As Nightlights

February 18, 2020

Me:  I’m just going to change the batteries in L’s candles.  *pauses*  We live in a weird age!

“Interpreting Context Clues”

February 4, 2020

“So that’s how she ended up leaving the building with a police escort and sporting a lovely new set of bracelets!” I finished my story at the dinner table last night.

My son chuckled.  “That’s a funny way of saying she got handcuffed,” he said.

His mother (who’s been taking point on our son’s school recently) beamed with pride.  “You definitely get an “A” in school today for that!” she told him.

Flabergasted, I turned to her and asked, “What exactly are you teaching him?!”

Which Was Admittedly Over The Top, But It Made Him Laugh

January 7, 2020

My son had a rough morning today, so I was trying to cheer him up, but I prefaced what I was about to say with, “Now I’m not trying to come across like a Pollyanna, but . . .”

“Who?” he asked me.

So I explained she was a character from a book, and tried to come up with an on the spot example of what I meant.  What I came up with was, “Pollyanna was the type of person that if her arm got ripped off and eaten by a bear, she’d say ‘I’ve always wanted to feed hungry animals!'”

I Hadn’t Heard That One Before, So I’m Glad I Let Him “Babble-On” For A Bit

January 6, 2020

Today as part of our first day back to school following the break, my son and I were discussing ancient civilizations and the importance of rivers when he asked me if I wanted to hear a joke.

I told him I wanted to stay focused on what we were talking about, but he assured me it related, so I (reluctantly) told him to go ahead.

“As I learned from The Mister Peabody Show,” he announced, “sometimes even the Queen of ‘De-Nile‘ needs to let out her inner ‘Tigris.'”

That Explains SO Much!

January 3, 2020

In recent years I’ve started playing online games with my son from time to time, and this afternoon, to make up for being busy most of the day, was one of those times.

It’s always a frantic run from one battle to another with very little talking (because there’s almost no time to type anything and I’ve never set up any sort of voice chat since we’re in the same house), little to no planning beyond “Get them!”, and (to my way of thinking) an unnecessary amount of time running and jumping around.

In other words, recently I’ve realized that most of the people I’ve played online games with over the years were under ten years old.

It Was Like A Christmas Miracle

December 19, 2019

“Dad, I’m stuck,” my son told me this morning.

Glancing over my shoulder at his “predicament,” I found myself doubting that since we’d played this game before.  “Then this would be a good time to figure out how to get yourself unstuck,” I told him.

“Can you help me?” he asked.

“I think I can,” I replied.  “I’m going to give you motivation to get yourself unstuck.  You work on that while I go poke around in your room for a bit.”

“I’m unstuck!” he announced even before I had fully gotten out of my chair.

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.”