Tuesday, August 03, 2004

I just spoke with my 7-year-old son on the phone. It was our usual conversation:

T: Hello.

R: Hi, T

T: Dad-dy!

R: Have you got a notebook?

T: Book.

R: Do you watch Thomas?

T: Thomas.

R: And Blue's Clues?

T: Blue. Clues.

I then did a monologue about his favorite shows. He didn't respond, but he didn't push the phone away either, which is what he does when he's tired of listening. It was sweet to hear his voice; I hope he feels the same way about my nasaly twang.

4 comments:

Craig said...

Stuff like this must really countervail stuff like the previous post; the contrast renders the sweet sweeter.

Randy said...

Right you are, Craig. And in spite of everything, there are no kids cuter or sweeter than T. when things are going well for him. Of course, he knows how to use that to get what he wants, especially from women.

Jo said...

Ahhhh the sweet simple pleasures of life. :)

Anonymous said...

Sounds almost like the conversations I have with my teenaged son:

Me: How was your day?

Son: Fine.

Me: What did you do?

Son: Nothing.

Me: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah?

Son: (had silently slipped out the door during my monolog)

-Brenda