Posts Tagged ‘Kids’

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.'”

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.

Fortunately She Liked Me And Didn’t Hold A Grudge

December 11, 2019

Lately I’ve found myself considering certain times from my childhood, and today I found myself thinking of a particular interaction I had with a teacher of mine.  With the benefit of perspective, I can absolutely say that I should not have said to her, “I’ll have you know the sand has shifted.”

In my defense, however, any experienced middle school teacher (as she was) should know it’s just asking for trouble to say in front of their class, “I’ll have you know I had an hourglass figure in college, and I have an hourglass figure now.”

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?