The times. They are a changin’. It would seem that newness is everywhere we turn right this minute. New leaves are turning. New friendships are forming. New jobs, new dreams, and new favorites are all afoot. And it is good.
One thing that isn’t new? Sweetboy’s attitude about school. This is the conversation I inadvertently walked into last night. And please, by all means, do insert whatever dramatic tones you can just hear in your mind as you read it – I’m quite sure he used those exact ones as he wailed…
Sweetboy: (Almost with back of hand slapped against his forehead) ” Oh NOOOO!!! There are only 5 weeks left until I have to go back to school!” (Followed by much weeping and gnashing of teeth.)
Me: “Really? That sounds to me like 35 more days of summer fun!”
And in other news, Sweetgirl, also, hasn’t changed her stance on “I NOT!”, one iota.
Me: (Watching her fling around the new “big-girl” necklace The Nana
foolishly generously sent to her) “Sweetgirl, please don’t fling the necklace around and around. It will get knots in it and Mama will have to work very hard to take them out. (I.E. Won’t be able to take them out because, the eyes? They ain’t what they used to be.)
Sweetgirl: (C’mon, we ALL know exactly where this is going…) “I NOT flinging it Mama, I am just playing with it and making a commotion!” (Insert shock on my part as I wonder where in the sam hill she learned the word commotion – that’s just above my pay grade, right there.)
Moments, nay, seconds, later…
Sweetgirl: “MAMA!!! My neckwace is all knottered up! (How does she hear these words I say???)
Oh, yes indeedy. I’m still working on em’. I’ll keep you posted. Or knot.