Joe-Henry has been hitting so many milestones lately.
Blowing his first bubble with bubble gum.
Driving me crazy by telling me to look at all the bubbles that have followed. And their greatness.
You know, the important stuff!
So it's only natural that he would tell me, upon first rising this sunny morning:
"I think it's time I learned how to make fart noises with my armpit."
To which I replied: Let's concentrate on tying your shoes, using a napkin instead of your sleeve/pants/furniture, and advanced butt wiping first.
Then I'll teach you how to make fart noises with your armpit.
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk
Do you know what I love about being the mother of a nine year old boy? Besides nagging him to do every little thing? Because yes, I complain, but also, I love doing it. I must. (sshhhhhh.... I'm "acting as if", because then maybe if I actually DID love nagging, I'd become more effective at it. or something.).
I love the quality conversations we have. The state of the world is discussed, along with the state of, well, everything else. All topics are covered. The kids in his class, the best vs. worst brands of bubblegum, how to build the most perfect interactive video game, and of course my favorite topic, Ways In Which I Can Be A Better Mom.
Way #1: stop being so grouchy
There is no Way #2, because if I stopped being grouchy I would be perfect.
A typical example of our discussions is as follows. This is the first conversation I had in the New Year, and I think it bodes well for my intellectual growth in 2010.
JH: Mom, who's your favorite Stooge?
Me: My favorite Stooge?
JH: Yeah! Larry, Curly or Moe?
Me: I think Larry does lovely, understated work, and has always been under appreciated. I'll go with Larry.
JH: But Moe is the leader, and he's so funny! And Curly makes those hysterical noises!
Me: Yes, but without Larry, Moe and Curly would probably kill each other. Also, I like Larry because he's pretty quiet.
JH: But he's not the funniest.
Me: Nope. Not everyone is funny. And that's okay.
JH: No it isn't.
and.... scene.
Do you see why my brain is in danger of melting and running out both my ears?
So this is why I vow to get out more in 2010. To seek the stimulation of grownups and talk about important things. Like politics and melting ice caps and OMG The Bachelor...
on the other hand, we haven't gotten to Shemp yet. And what about the Marx Brothers? I can't wait to find out what he thinks about Harpo!
Monday, August 18, 2008
Heaven
Heaven, Heaven is a place
a place where nothing
nothing ever happens.
Talking Heads
This has always been one of Joe-Henry's favorite songs. So you would think that those lyrics might have influenced his ideas about the great beyond.
You would be mistaken, my friend.
According to my son, Heaven is a HAPPENIN' place. There is much to do, lots to see, and I for one hope I get in.
This is the conversation we just had at bedtime:
Him: "Mom, what do you think Heaven is like"
Me: Using my supermommy powers of deflection of tricky subject matter when I don't have all my wits about me "Well, I don't know. What do YOU think it's like?"
Him: "I think it's really beautiful. It's like a castle. Like the castle of Naboo, only prettier. And there are tombs there. But not, like, Mummy tombs, but tombs where you can pick them to be your favorite color. And they have them in a special room and you can sleep there if you want. And there's Angel Guards..."
Me: "Do you mean Guardian Angels?"
Him: "No, Angel GUARDS. They protect you and keep the bad guys out. And some of them are on top of the castle, and some of them row the kayaks in the river, and you can jump from this cool bridge that opens up like this (demonstrates his arms pulling away from one another) and into the kayaks and go for rides. And there are these faeries who wave these special wand things. They fly, because if they walked they'd step on the tombs and be all like 'ewww, get me a towel, I just stepped on a tomb'. But they wave their wands and dandelion poofs go out into the sky and it's really pretty."
Me: "It sounds so nice. I'd like to go to that Heaven."
Him: "Be good mom. I bet you'll make it."
Me: unspoken "I'm already there."
a place where nothing
nothing ever happens.
Talking Heads
This has always been one of Joe-Henry's favorite songs. So you would think that those lyrics might have influenced his ideas about the great beyond.
You would be mistaken, my friend.
According to my son, Heaven is a HAPPENIN' place. There is much to do, lots to see, and I for one hope I get in.
This is the conversation we just had at bedtime:
Him: "Mom, what do you think Heaven is like"
Me: Using my supermommy powers of deflection of tricky subject matter when I don't have all my wits about me "Well, I don't know. What do YOU think it's like?"
Him: "I think it's really beautiful. It's like a castle. Like the castle of Naboo, only prettier. And there are tombs there. But not, like, Mummy tombs, but tombs where you can pick them to be your favorite color. And they have them in a special room and you can sleep there if you want. And there's Angel Guards..."
Me: "Do you mean Guardian Angels?"
Him: "No, Angel GUARDS. They protect you and keep the bad guys out. And some of them are on top of the castle, and some of them row the kayaks in the river, and you can jump from this cool bridge that opens up like this (demonstrates his arms pulling away from one another) and into the kayaks and go for rides. And there are these faeries who wave these special wand things. They fly, because if they walked they'd step on the tombs and be all like 'ewww, get me a towel, I just stepped on a tomb'. But they wave their wands and dandelion poofs go out into the sky and it's really pretty."
Me: "It sounds so nice. I'd like to go to that Heaven."
Him: "Be good mom. I bet you'll make it."
Me: unspoken "I'm already there."
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