He’s Not So Keen


Boy Wonder: “Whose shoes are those?”

IZ: “Those belong to your mother.”

Boy Wonder: “Whew! For a moment there, you had me worried.”

I’m not sure which is worse: that I’ve been ruled unfashionable by the 10 year old, or that his feet are large enough he can confuse my shoes for his.

Just For That. . .

. . . I’m going to blog about you.

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Boy Wonder gave his father a card yesterday that read: Happy Father’s Day to the dad who wrote the book on fatherhood. . . from the kid who inspired the chapter, “Just When You Think You Have It All Figured Out. . .” Inside he inscribed the card:

Dear Dad,

Thank you for being such a good father this year. It amazes me that you can clean, cook, play, and take on the evil wrath of mom all at the same time.

Love, Boy Wonder

PS. The wrath thing was a joke.

Sure it was kid, sure it was!


Another reason I like my birthday week: I get to be right a role-model:

Boy Wonder: Yeah, so you notice what she did?

IZ: What?

Boy Wonder: Well, she let you test for yourself; she didn’t assume when you did, that you didn’t believe her.

IZ: What’s your point?

Boy Wonder: You should do as THE MOM does! That’s my point. In fact, you should just start asking yourself before you get mad at me, “What would Mom do?”


I should probably note that my kid is smart enough to have this conversation while his father was driving. And trust me, the kid is rarely on my side of ANYTHING. What can I say? My birthday week rocks!

Good Job, English Teacher

Boy Wonder (storming through the door after walking Sophie): “MOM! This darn dog!”

Me: “What’s up?”

Boy Wonder: “WELL! She’s just refusant! She’s belligerously refusing to go through the door!”

IZ (looking at me): Good job there, English Teacher.


Joke’s on him, though—because I also teach creative writing. I have two words for you, Snarky Boy: HARRY POTTER. *snap snap*. (also two words.)


Wisdom from the Backseat

“Even though I’m really smart, I still have lots to learn.”

“Sometimes, I’m an expert backseat driver!”

“Dear God, thank you for lending the stars to watch over us.”

~~It’s nice to be six and still believe that the stars follow you in your car to watch over you at night. Even cooler that he knows who to thank for that miracle.

Good News

Good News:

IZ: the problem is you are experiencing a period of self-doubt…
ME: “Period”? That would be my LIFE.
IZ: Ok, an extended period of self-doubt… it will pass.