Time Is Relative When Youre Seven.

M. had been in Finland the past week. The Little Guy didn't seem to mind till a couple of nights before M.'s arrival. It was bedtime, when from under the duvet, he complained, "he's been away for two months now." I assured him that it had only been a week. A week being equivalent to seven days. And the following day M. would be back home. He poked his head from under the covers to tell me, "In three days I'm not going to remember him anymore." It broke my heart to see the Little Guy so sad. And it made me want to beat M. with his friggin mobile phone for always calling when the Little Guy was asleep. Hence a quick text to M. regarding the depressed state of his son. Shortly thereafter, my phone rang and it was M. I passed the phone to the Little Guy. From the Little Guy's spot under the duvet, I could hear, "Dad when I am eight can you....."

Tooth No. 3

The Little Guy's upper right front tooth had (literally) been hanging around for ages.
This morning he asked me to make an appointment with the dentist. I kept reassuring him that by tomorrow the above mentioned wiggly-hanging-by-a-thread nuisance of a tooth would be gone. Sure enough, this evening, as the Little Guy jumped up and down in bed, it fell out.
Shock. Disbelief. And a trip to the bathroom mirror brought home the reality.

"Now what about that rat and his friend the tooth fairy?"

It's My Day.

A bouquet of amaryllis and roses. A tall white chocolate mocha (ok. my choice morning beverage is always a short non-fat cap.but hey, it's Mother's Day), pastries from The Pen, and the promise that there's no mess in the kitchen. Now that's a great way to start the day...Happy Mother's Day!

An Addendum To The Plan

The Little Guy: "I forgot I might need to borrow dad when I move out."

Me: "Why is that?"

The Little Guy: "I can't drive. So dad has to drive for me if I need to get around. But don't worry, I'll still sit in the back. It's safer."

Me: "Ok. I'll let your dad know he's still needed when you move out."

The Little Guy: "Thanks."

Just Reminding You

We were on the way home from school. M was driving with the Little Guy on the passenger side. I sat behind.

"I just want to remind you that I am starting my new life when I turn eleven," says the Little Guy. M. asks what his plans are. "First I am dropping out of school. Then I am buying a German Shepard. And I am getting my own place," the Little Guy says without a hitch.

"Where do you plan on living?" I ask. "I'm moving to Finland. The summer house. But I decided I'm only speaking in English."

And he's just turned seven.