It Actually Took Twice As Long As I’d Predicted

When I was asked recently what I wanted for the new year, I replied that I wanted greater stability in my personal life. This answer was met with a hint of a sneer and a disdainful, “So you want things predictable and boring?”

This is, of course, not what I want, but what I do want is that when I put my own advice into action regarding my son’s new Rubik’s cube and demonstrate for him that it absolutely can be solved, that my solution remain in place for more than two minutes.

Though to be fair, I did predict that would happen.

I Was About His Age When I Made The Same Connection

Today my son observed that the planet Venus, named after the goddess of beauty, is lovely to look at from a distance, but seething and lethal the closer you approach it.

He’s definitely my son.

Thanks, Son

Me: *Thinking while staring at the computer screen* There has got to be something better for me to write about than how depressing Halloween was!

My Son: *Bursting into my office and launching into his routine even before I have time to protest* “Why did the chicken cross the ocean?”

Me: *Sighing* “Why?”

My Son: “To get to the other tide!”

Me: *Thinking* Works for me.

It Was Just A Power Surge, But He’s Got A Point

It can’t be a good thing when your ceiling fan lights wink at you.

– My son, L.

I’m Just So Proud Right Now

My dark mood from yesterday continues, but it’s not so bad that I couldn’t feel an unreasonable surge of joy when my son (who has been practicing his card tricks lately) informed me that he had just given his deck of cards a “casino wash.”

The Challenge Is Real

Only now that I’m an adult and a parent can I fully appreciate just how difficult it is for a child to let their parent(s) sleep.

I Can Totally See That Happening

L’s Mother mentioned in passing the other day how she once heard someone discussing just how much of our early language learning as children is all “by ear” and without context. This leads to situations where a parent hears their child asking if they can have “an apple,” and nobody thinks anything of it until the child asks for “another napple.”

Point To The Boy For That One

Yesterday the “Not-So-Brave Hero” was sighted around here, and (for some reason) he was being attacked by soldiers, leading to the following exchange:

The Not-So-Brave Hero (a.k.a., me): Why are you even attacking me in the first place? What are you, some kind of heedless horseman?!

Soldier #1 (a.k.a., my son): I don’t even have a horse, so that makes me a “steedless” horseman!

Upon Hearing This, His Mother’s Response Was, “Yeah . . .”

On a much needed lighter note, today my son, L., and I were playing with our dog, Isa, and my son got some of her fur in his mouth, prompting us both to laugh.

“Oh, Isa,” I said to the dog because she was looking confused. “You’re always good for amusement even when sometimes you don’t mean to be.”

“Like my mom!” L. chimed in.

Two Things I Want My Son To Learn Early (Part One)

Correlation is not causation.

Possibility is not probability.