The other day, Brayden suggested that he might be his teacher's favorite because she gave him a hug, which is something she apparently hasn't done a lot this year. I asked why she gave him a hug and he told me that it was because he made her laugh. (Uh oh!) I asked him what he said and this was it.... (and yes, it made me laugh too...)
(Randomly he approached her) "Can we settle this over a cappuccino?" - No, there's no purpose in the statement - just random.....sigh, that's my boy.......
And then today, he proclaimed as we got in the car, after school - completely out of the blue...."Mom, I'm not going to have another girlfriend until I think it's a girl I think I would really want to spend the rest of my life with, that I would want to marry. Because, what's the point, otherwise? I wouldn't want to waste my time with someone who I didn't think I could be with and then get my heart broken, you know?"....... (Yeah, I do know, son, but can't believe you've grasped this so early, Wow!)
And, my favorite quote of the day didn't come from my kids. I overheard it while standing in line at Target (man, that place is TOO happy of a place for me - I literally have to avoid it most of the time.....) . Anyway, there was a woman with two boys that looked about the same age, I'm guessing about 5. They were arguing a lot, and all over the place within the cart. The mom was very harried, visibly at her last straw. She was trying to be patient, actually begging them not to make a scene, trying to say the "politically correct things" that one would say when obviously being watched by others. But, the boys would have none of that. They were beating on each other, leaning out of the cart, getting in her way - it was a mess. Then, I heard one of the boys say, "Mom, I'll give you two choices, I can either bite him or pinch him"..........
I couldn't help but laugh and in a quiet voice repeat the proposition to my own cashier as it cracked me up so much. With all that I struggle with in my kids, talking back has yet to become an issue....Thank God. HOWEVER, when my son was almost 6, I remember him totally breaking down in Target because he wanted a "Whack-a-Mole" game and I wouldn't pick it up for him. (Amy was with me and I had a good idea she was planning on getting it for him for his birthday, not that that was a necessity in the first place....) Apparently, as he was wailing in the toy section, and I let him throw his fit, attempting to ignore him, a lady came up to Amy and smugly suggested "Now THAT lady needs 'Supernanny'!" While it was offensive to me, I actually thought it was kind of funny in a shocked sort of way because of the judgmental audacity of such a stranger to approach my friend with such an attitude.
I noticed on Facebook today that Nancy is again requesting prayer for Megan. Not that she's ever wanted us to stop, but based on the simplicity of the statement, I'm guessing things are getting worse. Her liver isn't so much the issue as her blood now - they believe she has a condition that can sometimes occur after such an attack on the liver - one that usually requires a bone marrow transplant. This picture was taken at about the same time as I first mentioned her on the blog. Megan is on the left, Nancy's daughter, Madison is on the right. And, no, Madison is not abnormally pale....that's a result of the liver issue.
Oh my gosh, I just was glancing at your blog today and saw the picture of Megan. I know her. We all use to attend the same church and a long time ago we were in a home group with her parents.
ReplyDeleteI will be praying for Megan. Her and Samantha were good friends when they were little.
Oh, wow, poor Megan! Will keep her in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteI don't even have kids yet, and I'm still aggrivated when people in the store are judgemental over someone else's kids. I mean, they're kids!! Even the best ones are going to act up every now and then.
oh brayden...you heart breaker you!
ReplyDeletestill praying for megan! that picture breaks my heart knowing, as a nurse, what her little body is going through!
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