Don't Screw It Up

It was so much easier to be young when I was a boy.  No acts of Congress were required just to play with a friend.  "Play-date" had not yet been coined.  Raiding the fridge was a right, if not a requirement.  And nary a murmur or complaint could be heard when healthy snack food was not to be found.

That's why it came as no surprise when Logan sat me down after school one day.

"When Luke and Cedric come over it's going to be a really serious play-date that I want to talk to you about," he began.  "We're going to watch Scooby Doo 2 and you're going to pour apple juice and make popcorn," he said, giving me a very stern and appraising look.  "And you're going to have to buy Popsicles."

- 4 January 2013

All the Things I Needed to Know

When it comes to being five, there is an awful lot of new and complex information being thrown your your direction.  It is easy to see how the message may have gotten misconstrued along the way. 

"Mom, who were you waving to on the side of the road?" asked Logan.

"Just a man who pulled over so I could get by."

"Mom! Your not supposed to wave at strangers."

- 15 June 2014

Case In Point

To the typical 5-year-old mind, logic does not usually apply.  Certain things are and always will be.  There is no need to get upset.  There is no need to go and start making changes.  Life is what it is.  Unless you're five.

"Dad, how old were you when you got married?" Logan asked.

"I was 22 years old," I said.  "And I was 21 when I got engaged," I added for good measure.

"Whoa!  Does mom know?"

- 13 Friday 2014