Friday, January 18, 2013
We tried to watch a movie today, Enchanted. It's pretty benign - not to Nick.
He drew this during the movie to distract himself:
I'm not glad that movies scare him, but I am glad that his heart races when the bad guy, or gal, enters the scene. I am sorry that we can't watch anything too freaky but I am not sorry that he always wants to be comforted and assured that all will work out in the end.
When he was little we were watching something, I don't recall what, and he went running out of the room screaming "I only like the endings, I only like endings!" Meaning, of course, that happy place where everything is as it should be. I still feel that way, I just know that's not always the case.
And I am glad I got this. We used to call them 'sunshowers' and I still do. I'm not sure that's a technical meteorological term but, it works for me. I guess I know that the sun is still shining above even the darkest of storms, the grayest of days, the gloomiest of clouds. I just forget that.
From Marci's "...things you don't expect hear from the backseat..."
Z: "Nick, you farted."
N: "No. I did not feel any gas come out of my butt."
Of course this happened at the dinner table and, as god is my witness, I tried not to laugh, I tried not to make eye contact with Marci, but (butt?) I failed...