Some quick twists of my patented parent-to-kid decoder ring yields: "When I get older I will be able to read."
I really don't know which way to go on this. The obvious response, and the reason I snagged it out of the trash, is that it is very funny. I mean, well, if you couldn't read you really couldn't write this now could you?
My second response is, why does it have a piece of tape on it? Is this is a reminder? As though N taped it up on his mirror as a motivational, positive thought. People like me and someday I will be able to read. Wait, I can, I can, I can read! It worked!
Finally, I can't help but think about one other thing. Another thing I've forgotten, something I just don't seem to be as capable of anymore, looking forward with hopeful anticipation. I forget to dream. I so often look forward afraid and uncomfortable. I know I wasn't always like this but today... not so much.
As always, my boys remind me how to live a better life, dream a better dream, secure a happier tomorrow.
So, tonight's baseball scrimmage will be great. Friday's party will be fine. Camping this summer will be memorable. School placement next year will be perfect.
When I get older, I will be able to...
What will you be able to do?
From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'
N (as a blizzard of maple tree helicopters falls down on him): "Oh, Daddy, it's so... perfect."
Perfect use of the word perfect...
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