A Little Wisdom from Younger

Elder has been home from Mizzou since Saturday and has even spent most of that time at the house.

I haven’t had to work since Monday.

And Younger has been home from school since yesterday.

I surely am thankful.

So I wish you all a happy time of thanksgiving, and I offer you just a bit of wisdom from a four-year-old Younger…

Do you know why Batman dresses like a bat?

So he won’t look like Superman.

There you go. I know it kept you up at nights.

Happy Thanksgiving!!


Smart Is…

Elder and his best friend are two very intelligent young men. Yet, they believe that the residence hall closes on Sunday for Thanksgiving break and classes continue to Tuesday.

When I subsequently questioned that belief, Elder assured me that indeed the residence hall closes on Sunday, and he has no reason to drive to classes on Monday and Tuesday. He cannot believe anyone would expect him to suffer a three hour drive just to attend a couple classes.

The truth is…they don’t.


The last day of classes before Thanksgiving break is actually tomorrow. They have the entire week off.

Which is why the residence hall closes on Sunday.

Apparently, these two intelligent young men are too smart to look at a schedule.

And I’m too ornery to share some rather obvious information.

We all have our issues, I guess.

Laugh in the Morning

I usually drive Younger to school in the mornings. Last year, he rode with Elder. So, he hasn’t ridden the bus regularly in the morning since Middle School. But on those long gone days, I would watch him trudge unenthusiastically around the front of the bus, then, as he would climb the first step, the bus driver would throw her head back and laugh while Younger trudged unenthusiastically to his seat.

I never knew what he said to her, just that he entertained her daily with his honest comments on returning to school for yet another day.

Today, the school practiced a late start in preparation for snow days. So, for the first time in more than a year, Younger trudged unenthusiastically in front of the waiting bus. Then he climbed the first step and, from my watchful position, I saw the bus driver suddenly break into laughter. And Younger trudged unenthusiastically to his seat.

I don’t know what he said to her. I don’t really have to know. Because I know Younger.

And he’s usually my laugh in the morning, too.

Swatting Flies

A couple weeks ago, a local church held its annual fall picnic. So, on a sunny autumn day, my husband, Younger, and I stood in the line that threaded through the surrounding church grounds. I was totally minding my own business when, without warning, I was jerked rudely from my people-watching by Younger trying to knock the stuffing from my arm.

A little stunned and a lot confused, I glanced first at my arm then my sixteen-year-old son, my mouth hanging slightly open.

He stared back at me with wide eyes.

Then after the beat of a few seconds, he offered, “Fly.”

“Fly?” I squeaked, rubbing my triceps.

“There was a fly,” he confirmed, nodding his head for emphasis. “A big one.”

So, now, I randomly smack the back of his head with my palm and announce, “Fly. A big one.”

All families show love in their own special ways.

We show ours by swatting flies.

And we love each other so much that sometimes we even imagine flies just so we can express those finer feelings.

We do what we gotta do.