I can’t begin to think how many times we’ve moved a computer in and out of the boy’s room. He doesn’t like change, but worse yet, he can never make up his mind. Because he’s currently on a computer game binge, I’m forced to entertain his arguments for why one of the computers should be moved out of my office and into his bedroom. Again.
“Dad? Can I ask you something?” the conversation began. “I know you’ll say no, so I might as well not even ask. Are you going to say no? You’re just going to say no.”
“Alright, then don’t ask.” Do you know any children who can keep their questions inside? I don’t.
“Do you think I can (whisper whisper whisper).” It’s a childhood move, thinking he can sneak by his request by whispering it, hoping I will answer without hearing the entire question. I’ve said it before, but I think the boy will make a fine politician someday. The boy’s apparent attempt at sneakiness will one day blossom into something much bigger. My little future pork barrel politician!
We’ve had a leftover pizza breakfast. I’m cleaning the house and we’re watching a movie on television. Pleasantville. A good starter movie if you’d like having a conversation about prejudice with your young wards.
Earlier the boy downloaded some type of solitaire scrabble game.
“Try this one,” he says. It smokes me, literally. I don’t come up with words fast enough and the tiles catch on fire. The boy has no idea how close to home this strikes.