Procrastinet

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filed under: Dadditudes

#1:

I don't know - do you think Max is excited about our trip in August?

#2:

A few moments ago we declared that it was time for Max to get into the bath. He announced that he was not going to take a bath, but was instead going right to bed. Lisa said "No way, buddy, have you seen your legs?" His legs are smurf-blue with chalk from kneeling on his chalkwork (above).

He looks down, laughs, and says happily "God damnit. Look how stupid I am."

[UPDATE/DISCLAIMER: To put this in context, he's currently fascinated by "bad words" which he knows he's not supposed to say and so, naturally, tries to use all the time. Some are mild curse words, but some are just mean or teasing words that we've cracked down on in the past. Current favorites are God Damnit, Jesus Christ, Hate and Stupid. Hopefully in that context the above story reads as cute quirky rather than heart-rendingly depressing...]

#3:

This is out of date, but I never remembered to blog it at the time. About a month ago, Max was making me recite all the pets I've ever owned (a near-daily ritual for a couple weeks). I came to the sad story of our dog Dick (so named as a pair with his sister Jane - though the "Dick & Jane" reference was lost on the rednecks who goggled at me in disbelief when I was ten years old and had to tell them my dog was named "Dick").

Dick, you see, was epileptic, and eventually died of it after he had too many seizures - about a dozen in one day. It fried his brain. He was walking into walls and turning little circles.

"He had seizures?!" asked Max, with a good deal of wonder.

"That's right," I said.

"Like TED KENNEDY?!"

Posted by rjt at June 26, 2008 08:48 PM