Me: “How do you like your new glasses?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I can see the leaves on trees now, and all the little stuff on the TV screen.”
Me: “That’s cool. I think they look really good on you.”
DM: “And now I can read Mom’s copy of the Hobbit cause the letters are so small.”
Me: (tears welling up)
DM: “Isn’t that good?”
Me: “Yeah, that’s good.”
Me: “You sure do love to read.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “When I get a job, all I’m going to buy is food, shelter, and books.”
Me: “No clothing?”
DM: (pause)
DM: “If I have any money left over.”
Me: “I like your priorities.”
I’m loving my son getting excited about reading my old, yellowed copies of Encyclopedia Brown mysteries. The books still have my name written on the inside cover in my mom’s handwriting. I might cry I’m so proud and happy.
That’s normal, right?
Very Vocal Viking 