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!
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.
Correlation is not causation.
Possibility is not probability.
“Do you know where Miss Eat-n-arf is?” my son asked earlier today, thus revealing to me the secret identity of Social Distancing Dog.
The basic idea of Isa (our dog) is easy. You just need fur and a stomach.
– Today’s drive-by observation from my son, L. (age 9)
Today my son asked if he could have some more orange slices, but this time could I “set them closer to him.”
“Okaaaay!” I gleefully told him, which really should have warn him, then I carefully balanced the plastic bowl with the orange slices on top of his head so he wouldn’t forget about them like he had the previous slices.
He sighed softly. “This is a one time joke, right?” he asked me. “Because it wouldn’t be funny a second time.”
Look, I don’t have anything good to say today (I’ve got plenty of “not good” things I could say, but I’m just not in the mood.), and my son is waiting for me to be free to play with him, so I’m going to do that instead of sit here any longer.
While I’ve been trying to come up with something to write here today, my editor (i.e., my son) has pointed out not one, but two errors I made in previous posts.
Should I be worried that my son has been giving me a 48 hour countdown to April Fools’ Day?
Now that I think about it, there was one event worth the telling that happened. (It had slipped my mind because I’d already told the tale elsewhere.)
One of my son L’s favorite places to eat at Disney is Casey’s Corner, and on our last visit he got to toss out the opening pitch (a tradition at Casey’s when it opens its doors in the morning). This was followed by the crowd singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” (another tradition when Casey’s opens), and my son enthusiastically joined along.
But he didn’t know all the words.
So now whenever I hear “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” I’m going to hear my son singing, “Something, something, SOMEthing!”
