My kids think they can determine the age of a ladybug by counting the number of spots. E-Man, checking out a card I bought said, "This ladybug is twelve-years-old!" "Wow!" I said. "How do you think she survived twelve winters?" His look read, "Duh," as he said quietly, "It's just a card mom, it's not alive."
Again, on St. Patrick's Day, he would not be fooled by my imaginative mind games. Photoguy magically produced green oatmeal. E-Man was balking at eating oatmeal (like he does every morning). "Look, E-Man, it's green! Ooooh . . . it looks like green rice crispy treats," I said trying to get him excited. I got the look again, and he said, "Just because you put green food coloring in it doesn't mean I'm going to like it." Yep, five-years-old and already the magic is gone.
It's been mysterious they way I'm always finding clean pairs of socks on E-Man's floor in front of his dresser and picking them up to put them back in the drawer. One day, just after he'd dressed, he saw me returning a pair of socks to the drawer and said, "Wait! Don't put those away. I got them out for tomorrow."Which I guess is kind of like my nephew's sentiment to his mom, "But, I just don't want to go to the bathroom every day."
Then, there is his honesty, like the other night when we took the kids to the movies I asked E-Man to slide over one chair so I could sit by Photoguy. He outright refused. Photoguy was touched. Later that night, he said, "Hey, E-Man, thanks for wanting to sit by me at the movies tonight." To which E-Man replied, "I just wanted to eat your whoppers."
Poor Photoguy. I say poor him, because he finally succumbed to all the strep throat that has been passing through the rest of our family. That makes this officially the second time he's been sick in the nine-years we've been married!
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