I just found this note Cale wrote about a year ago.
Just finishing watching Meet the Robinsons.
When the new family drives off in a 1970’s car. And my 8 year old son shouts, “HEY! That must’ve been in the 1900’s!!! They’re not wearing seatbelts!!!”
I grimace and smile. Em cracks up.
Then he says, “No really. That must’ve been back when you guys were growing up.” (As in way back in the 1900’s.)
I’m not making this up!
Last night while our family was eating hamburgers at 9 p.m. in the hotel lobby bar, Cale and I had this dialogue:
Cale: Vegetarians are really healthy eaters, Dad.
Me: Yep, they are.
[Pause for a bite of burger.]
Cale: But they sure do miss out on a lot of good food.
Last night, my 3 year old told me that Jesus said to be nice.
Sof: Do you know why he said to be nice, daddy?
Me: No, why?
Sof: Because everybody has hiccups.
I think that’ll preach. Hope I can find the reference!
Sitting here sipping my Pinot Noir, I’m reflecting on how much I prefer my wine out of a bottle rather than out of the screaming mouth of my three year old.
Em: Sorrow may last for the night…
Sof: Sorrow may last for the night…
Em: …but joy comes in the morning
Sof: …but joy comes in the morning
Anna: Who’s Joy?
Cale just walked in. Or “sleep-walked” in.
He mumbled something. And Em asked, “Cale, are you awake?”
As he was mumbling, “Yeah, I’m kinda awake,” he stretched his hands. When they came down, they smacked Em’s computer screen. It really hurt him, tears, etc.
And all we could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.