Last week I had a four year old tow-head in my chair. He was very quiet. I asked him if he liked his haircut after I trimmed him out. He let out a guttural noise. His mom said, He croaks, that means he likes it.
As he was leaving, I said good bye. He croaked in response.
My oldest son Wiley included the Molk- troll (for remote control) car on his Christmas list when he was five. He also asked me to buy Christ- Crispies at the grocery store that year and later said all he wanted for Christmas was a fruit basket.
The same year his younger brother Avi asked for a bow tie for Christmas and constantly asked me to check his head for head-lites.
Kids say the funniest things.
Some kids get into their twenties and they still have that flair with words.
Slow at work today, penance for being prodigal this week.
I call Avi.
What are you up to I ask
Working on becoming more of a sociopath mother, thank you for asking.
At least he said thank you