My sweet, precious, innocent 8 year old son is often the source of much laughter, giggling, exasperation, frustration and "huh?" moments. A few days ago, here was the converasation;
8 year old - "mom, when am I gonna get to have periods"
Mom - "um, well. Um, well. Ya see..."
8 year old - "cuz I wanna have periods and change classes like my brother"
It's often easy to forget about the innocence in our lives. (Wow, that sounds stupid, and more than a little on the effeminate side) What I mean to say is, sometimes it takes a kid, with a kids view on things to put stuff into perspective. Like when, right before Christmas, we got a Christmas card from the Governor's office. I showed it to the big brother first, lying the whole time about how we went to college together (he's only about 15 years older than me) and how we were big buddies. He finally gets the truth out of me, which was, I have no frickin clue why we got the card. It's not because of the huge campaign contributions!
Then the 8 year old wanders into the room. Older brother shows him the card and says "Dad is friends with the Governor." What does the kid say? If you guessed "wow dad! How cool is that!" you'd be wrong. If you think it was along the lines of "can we go see him sometime?" wrong again! Not even "impressive, let's eat". No. What did my precious offspring say? "So if dad ever get's thrown in jail, we've got someone to call". WTH? Kelly, you been talking to him?
Right along the lines of when he was 4 and got in my truck and promptly said "damn your truck is dirty". I attribute all of his bad habits and dirty word usage to his mom. You know he didn't hear it from me, because it didn't have enough adjectives in the phrase.
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