I settled down with a large glass of wine to watch Desperate Housewives in my room while the family watched the Bulls pour ice on the Heat (Take THAT, Miami!!).Needless to say, I was extremely relaxed and chilled out when the kids tumbled through my door, jabbering and laughing and arguing. I exuberantly clapped my hands together like a regular old Pollyanna and chirped, "Well! Let's all promise to make tomorrow a GREAT day! How about it, Justin? Will you do your best at school work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Excellent!" clap, clap. Chirp, chirp. "Corinne? How about my ballerina?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"That's my girl! Evan? What do you say? Can we make Monday a GREAT day?!?"
"I'm not making any promises I can't keep, Mama."
blink blink
"Did he? Did he really just say that?"
Roaring laughter of astonishment.
One quality I can brag about: he is honest.
It is moments like these that save Evan's rear end. I pray that today, mid-geography lesson angst, I remember the incredible laughter I had with everyone last night over his one-liner.
I wish I could bottle this sweetness and uncork it around 1:30 during a melt down...
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There is a certain wisdom in his remark that is, perhaps, a bit beyond his years.
The best I could ever get out of my boys, at that age, was a sarcastic "Yeah. Right, Dad."
He's a keeper.
Your kids are awesome....I wonder who they get THAT from?!?!
Thank goodness kids are sweet when they sleep. And when they throw out lines like that. Otherwise, I might have to drop mine off at the zoo. =>
That is awesome. Evan needs his own twitter account with lines like that.
Love the pic!
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