(Eyes closed, lips puckered and . . . a grapefruit. Should I be worried?)
Will is our best eater. That kid can seriously pound it down.
During dinner I said: Dad (Ben), I bet Will's gonna grow up to be ten feet tall.
To which, Ben replies, smiling: Or 400 lbs. . . .
In a house of boys, you better believe there was rolling laughter! Especially Will. We realize this joke was only funny because Will is so skinny. And, seriously, what a "guy" thing to say! Just because I love them doesn't mean I have to understand them, and they'd say the same about me.
In the same vein, Lincoln told me that if we have another baby we will name him KILLER. You can imagine my relief that Killer is still in heaven wondering when he--Killer sounds rather masculine, no?--will join our peace-loving family. I'm trying to come up with a middle name that fits such an aggressive first: Hannibal, Homocide, Slayer [my personal favorite], . . . Prison?
Okay, as much as you enjoy [translation: tolerate] all this nonsense, I thought I'd leave you with a pretty profound, simple truth. A wise woman taught me this lesson while teaching the children at church. She pointed her finger and asked, "If I'm pointing at you, how many fingers are pointing back at me?" [Try it, point at something. Notice the 3 fingers pointing back at you.] She said, "If I point at you and say you're dumb, what does that say about me? If I point at you and say you're ugly, what does that say about me? NOW, if I point at you and say you're nice, what does that say about me?" Simple and true. What we communicate about others reflects something about ourselves. It really got me thinking about my perspective, my judgements of others. Keep it positive. That's what I learned.