The Things They Say

I find toddlers and preschoolers baffling. I try to avoid other people's and my own have puzzled me on more than one occasion. So it is particularly nice to begin to have coherent conversations with my son. Well kind of....

Today, exhausted of hearing about NFL statistics, and a little concerned at his lack of ambition to so much as learn to ride a bike, I asked him what his dreams were. "What do you want to do someday?"

"I'd like to be a running back or wide receiver for the Seahawks. I think I'd make a good wide receiver."

Which was a little deja vu. I'm pretty sure I had that same conversation 25 years or so ago with my brother.

Then a little while later, he piped up: "Which parent did you like best as a kid, Grammy or Grandpa?"

"They were very different, but I liked them both the same. Don't you like both of your parents differently but just as much as the other?"

"No, I definitely like Dad best." And then he commenced with a well-reasoned list of why he liked his dad best, starting off with "He doesn't make me do school."

Enough conversation. I'll go make dinner now. Maybe I will take a few minutes to remind him how very few meals his father has ever made for him.