Out Of The Mouth Of My Babe

After his friend left our house, my son kept complaining he felt ill despite his body and appetite remaining active.  As he was dropping off to sleep our conversation went like this:

Him: (whine)  I don't know why I'm not feeling well, Mom.

Me:  I don't know either, honey.  Especially considering that you were still able to play basketball and eat an ice cream sundae.

Him: (matter-of-fact, whine)  I didn't eat it with joy like I usually do.


I love that kid.

Maddie Spohr: Once A Heartbreaker, Always A Heartbreaker

I got my March for Maddie t-shirt in the mail today.
Now don't all get your panties in a bunch because you didn't even order yours yet...this is  NOT THE NEW ONE.
It's the first design.
I was such a quick trigger to buy the first one that now I'll be the lucky owner of two Maddie t-shirts.

As my son and his friend, two boys with a surplus of snark and sass,  played nearby, I checked out the purple tee.   I was wondering when I would wear it since most people will be Marching for Maddie in the other design and I've ordered that one, too.  My thoughts didn't even get as far as "I guess I'll sleep in it"  when my son passed by and asked, "Can I have it?"

"Sure," I answered, a bit puzzled.

He promptly took off his sports jersey and covered his chest with Maddie's radiant smile.

Running out the door he said to his friend, "This is the little girl I was telling you about."

"Wow, she was cute," his friend said.


My heart laughed and cried a little at the same time.

Can you feel the attitude from that face?  Yup, that's my boy.