You Need a Sense of Humor

Even though Adam's birthday was a couple of weeks ago, we're just now getting around to writing thank you notes. His first was to his teacher and went like this:





I think those creatures on the second page are sticking out their tongues and spitting. Thankfully Ms. Mizera does have a sense of humor.

Conversations with Andrew went something like this tonight:

Andrew: Mommy, do you know what the most important part of my day was?

Me: No, what?

Andrew: It was that I missed you.

And then he was talking about a little boy at daycare who called him an idiot a couple of months ago. I suggested that it was time to forget about that--let it go.

Andrew: I can't. It's always on my mind. I'm going to tell Miss Amanda about it. (Miss Amanda doesn't work at his school. She's at the elementary school).

Me: What do you think Miss Amanda is going to do about it?

Andrew: Well, she's gonna say, "Are you an idiot?" and I'm going to say no.

Andrew is a nail biter and he was telling me how his finger hurt in the place where he bites it. I told him he should stop biting his nails.

Andrew: Nails are always on my mind.

Me: Well, you need to think about something else and stop biting them.

Andrew: I can't. That's just the way God made me.

And finally, he's taking a bath...

Me: How are you doing in there? Does it feel good?

Andrew: Yes. I'm just playing with my pee pee.

Again, I really need to learn how to clarify--ask more direct questions...



That's Andrew in all his glory--speaking exactly what is on his mind, bruised knees and do-it-yourself hair cut. You really do need a sense of humor.