Sometimes your breath when you pray with me, is right by my nose and it’s bad, but last night, you just had a banana shake and your breath smelt like that, and it turned my whole room into that smell, like that banana shake, and i was like, “ahhh, yeah!”
me: “she has a bladder infection. you know that sack that holds your pee?”
b: with a scrunched up face, “oooh. did her bladder break?”
me: “no! it didn’t break. it just got infected. when that happens, it hurts to pee.”
b: “oh! i’ve had that before! and also, a butt infection.”
We finally got cable. After over 5 years of rabbit ears, we got cable. Two days later, after I saw Braylon watching some cartoon with teens in it, he became completely fixated on an idea he’d never heard of til now.
“I wanna be a goff!” “a goff? …you mean you wanna be goth?” “no, a goff. I wanna be in all black and wear those poky necklaces (as he gestures pokes all around his neck)” “did you know they also wear make up?” he paused in deep consideration, “yeah, I wanna wear make up too!” I just rolled my eyes, said no, & tried to change the subject.
Well, there was no subject-changin’. He had his mind settled. As Ricky got home, we were dressing to go out (to the Thia Spoon – a great lil place in Round Rock w/feng shui ambiance, friendly English-speaking waitstaff and delicious green curry chicken). We rushed to the car.
The whole way there, if he wasn’t asking if he could become a goth, he was hinting at stopping by a shopping center or make-up store. Ricky, convincing me this was a phase, asked him what goths do when they grow up- fight fires, design things, fix roads, etc. – to which he replied, “be scary!”
When we got onto Gattis School Rd., we looked back at him.
There he sat in all his black, with a short, black bungee cord hooked around his neck. Guess it was the closest metallic thing to a spiky necklace, he could find in the garage. I took it off of him and put it on myself, “it matches perfectly.” Bray says one his 3-toned “mom!” ‘s & we all giggled as we walked into the restaurant.
I’m just hoping my hubby is right & that this is the only post I’ll ever write about my son becoming a goff.
…last night we were at uncle frank & aunt sherry’s havin’ BBQ. after i fixed his dinner, he said this & it was the first time he’s used this phrase since we moved to texas in sept. ’07…
i’m just gonna eat when ALL-YAW eat.
we were playing ‘name that church tune’. after guessing ‘trading my sorrows’, i started humming a popular matt redman song for him to guess (‘blessed be…’). he was humming along & suddenly exclaimed, ‘…the name of the Lord?’ ‘uh, yeah…it’s something, something the name of the Lord; what is it!?!’
he mulled it over a few more times & goes, ‘disobey the name of the Lord’
yesterday was braylon’s kindergarten graduation & award assembly. ricky & i were able to go & rejoice with him. last night when i tucked him in his bed, i kissed his bear (the tiny version of his other bear, hot cocoa) & said to it ‘good night, little guy!’ then did the same with bray, knowing it would get a reaction, but not necessarily this one:
“i am not a guy. and i am not little. call me big. call me big man. and in the morning when you wake me up, say, ‘good morning, big man!”