Boy one: Kale’s mom is just different.
Me: Different how?
Boy one: Well, she’s like really kind and would do anything for one of her kids
Me: Hmm . . .
Boy one: I mean it’s great now but what is Kale going to do when he grows up and no one does stuff for him?
Me unspoken: Not sure . . .kind of stuck back where Kale’s mom is kind, likes her kids and is NOT LIKE ANYONE YOU KNOW.
Girl one on donning her first pair of glasses:
Wow. The world is just so . . . perky. Everything is really perky now . . . oh my gosh, I just realized, I am really going to love my reflection wearing these. I mean I always liked my reflection, but now it is going to be so clear it is going to look even better!
And lastly, Boy one again. After days and days of illness he propped himself up on his elbow to earnestly share this reflection. One might imagine it had been said with a kind of mortified tone . . . like he was confessing something he wasn’t proud of, but no, he was all in, kind of delighted with himself for figuring out how to sum up his clearly logical approach to living.
You know mom, he said. Really, my life philosophy is – I’m right until you prove me wrong . . . that’s it. You have to prove me wrong, or I’m right.
You don’t say.