Liam picks up a paintbrush, tries to pull the end off, and says, "This thing dried on really good!"
I say, "Good! Leave it on."
Liam: "Why?"
Allen: "Because that's what Mommy said."
Liam: "And....?"
Allen: "And that's enough of a reason."
Liam: "Leave me alone. Don't interrupt me any more. No more interruptions." Lots of "humps" and repetitions of this phrase.
Yesterday we were eating supper when Liam's whole face lights up and he says, in a stage whisper, "I know what to get Daddy for Fathers day!"
"Don't tell" I say. "We'll talk about it later."
"No, I'll forget."
So I put my hand along the side of his face and as Allen chuckles Liam says, "Dress shoes! Black ones, like in the closet!"
The secret is out. I told Allen about it last night after Liam went to bed. Allen almost never wears his dress shoes. I don't know if Liam had even ever seen them before they came out of the closet while we were emptying it out so the carpet could be cleaned. I guess something about them sparked his imagination. Now I have to figure out how to convince him to get his Dad something else for Fathers day. (Since blog posts are not written in a moment I can now report that Liam was not aware of Allen's good pair of dress shoes. He thought that a really shot pair that we threw away was the only one. He was satisfied to move on to other ideas when he discovered this.)
The other day (possibly when I was cleaning in the bedroom and Liam was laying on the floor in front of the mirror at the end of the hallway trying to drive me out of my mind) Liam took a good look at his eyelashes in the mirror. He decided they were like girls eyelashes. But he doesn't wear make-up on his eyes like girls. It sounded like he meant mascara, so when he asked I told him I don't wear it either. Confusing. Some girls do and some don't. We didn't get into the issue of whether some boys wear this type of make-up.
Allen and I have been discussing the individual who leaked information about the government "spying" on the digital and cell phone communications of American citizens. (I'm not trying to start a big discussion about this. The summary of what Allen and I think is: What the government has been doing is legal at this time. People who don't like that fact should pursue legal avenues to try to change it rather than breaking the law and possibly committing treason. Giving up a cushy life to "whistle blow" legal government activity does not make one a hero.) This topic came up at supper one night and since Liam can hardly stand to witness a conversation that doesn't involve him thing got simplified a little to "good guys" and "bad guys."
I asked him, "Who are the bad guys?"
He said, "The ones who get caught."
I asked, "Who are the good guys?"
He said, "Us, and the police."
This may seem like a huge oversimplification, but in my mind it points to some of the complicated issues involved in protecting national security.
The other day when we were out on the deck doing water play (yes, I actually wore the bathing suit I purchased after deciding that, although I can still get it on my old one is uncomfortably tight at the moment for some reason) Liam and I discussed the last time he went over to the neighbor's yard when they had their "big" inflatable pool out. He said that he went over because the little girl from across the street was there, not because of the little boy who actually lives next door was playing. He said, "She obeys better."
Then he said something along the lines of, "I obey good when I'm around my friends. But not when I'm with Mommy and Daddy." You heard it here first.
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