Last night, my husband studied the two packages we had received in the mail, talking ostensibly to Younger but actually to himself. “This one is mine,” he announced. “Because I need to fix your mom’s dryer.”
As if the dryer only wicks moisture from my clothes.
But I rolled my eyes while maintaining my silence because I do appreciate that his mechanical abilities prevent us from paying a couple hundred dollars to have a twenty-dollar part replaced.
But then later, from the laundry room, I heard singing: “I am so smart, I am so smart . . .”
And, well, I maintained my silence then, too.
Because sometimes I simply have no words.
No good ones, anyway.
Today was the first day of classes and after teaching five college classes in one day, I am absolutely exhausted, so I am sharing an old story from 2000 when Elder would have been four years old . . .
I have been reading a book in which the author states that after each disciplinary action, you should discuss with the child his misbehavior and your response. Common sense, right? I had actually already made a habit of such talks, although I decided I could probably do better. So, the other day, Elder misbehaved – I can’t even remember what – and I had to scold him. It wasn’t anything of any major importance – he didn’t even get sent to his room. But I thought I should follow the verbal reprimand with an explanation. Right? So, I finished my scold with, “And do you want to know why?” only actually pausing for a breath, not an answer. But before I could continue, Elder, who had patiently listened to the reprimand, barely glanced in my direction, and in a voice of absolute indifference, said, “No,” and walked away, leaving me staring then blinking and deflating slowly.
I guess I need to read the book to Elder?
Younger and his dad had a disagreement the other day regarding the younger generation. Two opposing viewpoints presented with supporting arguments that might have even amazed Socrates.
And some politicians.
“Snowflake,” his dad claimed.
“Dinosaur,” Younger countered.
Absolutely stunning repartee.
Just, you know, stunning.