Pickup Lines

Grafton had a rough day at school recently, having issues behaving and being nice to the other children. During a car ride later that evening, Mom and I were trying to explain the benefits of benevolent behavior in hopes that a rational explanation would somehow reprogram the limbic center of his brain. As usual, we could tell that our pleas and persuasions were ineffective at best. To inject some levity into the situation (mostly for Mom), I provided one last example to Grafton, "Consider what could happen if you tell a girl that she has really pretty hair--she might decide to go out to dinner with you." To which my four year son retorted, "That is your style, Dad!" Mom and I burst out laughing. I have no idea where Grafton picked up that line!

I stand corrected!

Grafton was telling us about a friend at school who brought in a caterpillar that was in the process of turning into a butterfly. So I said, "Oh, so it's in a cocoon!?" Irritated with my naive understanding of the metamorphosis process, Grafton snorts back, "It's not a cocoon, it's a chrysalis!"

Epitath for Dad

Interestingly, Grafton told me that after I die, he will take my Mount Washington hillclimb race medal and hang it on my gravestone. Thanks, Grafton!

Puzzling Behavior

Just noting that Grafton has taken to Jigsaw Puzzles in a big way over the last week or so. He completed all of his larger format floor puzzles and has since moved on to the smaller puzzles.

Fear of Abandonment

After stumbling out of his room at 5:30am on the morning of our trip to Morehead City, the first thing out of his mouth was "You're not leaving without me, are you?"

Strava Athlete 2570974

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A few memories from a summer day

In a single day, Grafton was introduced to the summer pleasures of a Slurpie and a milkshake. Taking the milkshake away from him before he finished its monstrous volume was like taking away an addict's next fix. No such issues with the Slurpie.

I showed Grafton how to use a fountain to make wishes, using a few pennies. Out loud, he wished to become a policeman when he grew up, a superhero for Halloween, and one another costume or profession which slips our memory. His first attempt at making a wish, he threw the penny straight over and past the fountain by about twenty feet.

On our way out of the house, he asked if we could go to Target and buy him the Lone Ranger Lego set he's been coveting for the past week. I told him he could buy it for himself if he brings his own money (he has a small amount of savings). He thought about it and then decided that he would buy it only after he finally got tired of his old Legos. We then talked about going to the movies, and he thought it better to stay home a watch a movie because the popcorn was too expensive at the theater. Ah, to learn the value of money!

Earlier in the day, Grafton spent 3 hours at the community garden with Mom, using a hoe to excavate an irrigation ditch in our garden plot. He enjoyed the work so much, he told Mom that he would start doing similar work for the other gardeners, as a way too earn money. After returning home, he spent an hour or two in the pool with Mom, until Dad returned from his bike ride.