One time, when Jack was like 2 1/2 or 3, he was sick. He wouldn't eat anything and was getting all tired and little kid listless. Which is the saddest kind of listlessness because it is hard, I tell you, hard, to keep a little kid down.
I had an idea. Let's give him a MILKSHAKE.
But then I had a thought. He's 2 1/2. If I tell him something is a "milkshake," he will not drink it. Taken literally, that sounds gross. Little kids can be surprisingly literal.
Hmm.
So, I told him it was "ice cream juice." He drank it. He perked up. I perked up. He felt better and I felt brilliant.
That feels like a really long time ago.
* * * * *
Now, this kid is bringing his glider planes to show and tell. His friends listen to him talk about how he made them, and then they go to the gym and fly them.
He's wearing his Capture the Flag shirt, and he knows what Capture the Flag is.
He's wearing plaid shorts because in a perfect world, he wears plaid shorts every single day.
He is five going on twenty. Or eighty, what with the plaid shorts.
He asks me at least once a week when he starts kindergarten. He has informed me that things will be very different in kindergarten.
Don't I know it, kid.
Hope you can rock some plaid shorts today.
Talk soon,
Heather
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