Max has been feeling his way around becoming an adolescent lately. He has always been an old soul, but he has a certain sophistication about him now that wasn't even there at the beginning of the summer. Just today he told my Mom that he was sure his "grown up voice" was coming. Oh-kay!
Recently with me he has been testing phrases and behaviors. Not necessarily pushing the limits (like some other little person who lives here) but just tossing things around to see what gains traction. Last week after a hockey game and a playdate he told me
"Man, Pierce was so pissed at me!"
Insert raised eyebrow here. We talked about the word and why it's inappropriate for young children and what better words he could use to express that emotion. Yes, I do know that's funny coming from me.
I worked from home this morning while he hit golf balls outside. Later I took him to the beach with some friends on my lunch hour(s). It was an idyllic day - pretty weather, well behaved boys, just good stuff. They all spent 90% of the the time on boogie boards and Max got tossed off hard a couple of times and ended up with his feet over his head and sand running out of his nose.
Recently with me he has been testing phrases and behaviors. Not necessarily pushing the limits (like some other little person who lives here) but just tossing things around to see what gains traction. Last week after a hockey game and a playdate he told me
"Man, Pierce was so pissed at me!"
Insert raised eyebrow here. We talked about the word and why it's inappropriate for young children and what better words he could use to express that emotion. Yes, I do know that's funny coming from me.
I worked from home this morning while he hit golf balls outside. Later I took him to the beach with some friends on my lunch hour(s). It was an idyllic day - pretty weather, well behaved boys, just good stuff. They all spent 90% of the the time on boogie boards and Max got tossed off hard a couple of times and ended up with his feet over his head and sand running out of his nose.
We were chatting at bedtime tonight and I asked him if he had a good time. I always ask
"what was your favorite thing?"
"Mom, it's hard to pick my favorite thing. It was all good except for the sunscreen in my eyes and busting my balls open."
Raised eyebrow . . .
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"It wasn't so good when I busted my balls open. You know my whiffle balls when I was playing golf this morning?"
Riiiiiiiggghhhht - right there with ya, babe!
"Mom, it's hard to pick my favorite thing. It was all good except for the sunscreen in my eyes and busting my balls open."
Raised eyebrow . . .
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"It wasn't so good when I busted my balls open. You know my whiffle balls when I was playing golf this morning?"
Riiiiiiiggghhhht - right there with ya, babe!
I'm taking it one day at a time, my friends. Please pray for me!
1 comment:
Whew you dodged a bullet on that last one LOL
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