I could be wrong, but I bet I burn a thousand calories keeping up with this boy. And the messes, my, the messes. I forgot about those.
It's all part of a grand plan to keep my life real, I'm sure of it. There's no room for pride when you're wiping poop off your computer or reclaiming an opened, disassembled tampon that Sam's trying to share with the guy down the row at church.
We had a nice family discussion with our school bus-driver (a friend) about Lincoln's ever-expanding vocabulary. One word in particular. It starts with an "A" and ends with a "hole." Forgive the lameness of that last sentence. I'm not a swearer, I can't even type it.
The part that kills me is that all the kids (I don't think Brigham was home) were saying the word over and over again because they had no idea what it meant or that it was totally inappropriate to repeat. Yet, repeat they did. I think there was a fascinating curiosity about the idea of saying it over and over again. They milked it...knowing this was their only chance to say it without consequence. Little Stinks.
"What does a#@$% mean?"
"Why can't we say a@#$%?"
"I can't believe Lincoln said a@#$%."
"Lincoln, a@#$% is a BAD WORD!"
"Lincoln, you better not say a@#$% again."
Just so you know, listening to a five-year-old say that word was kind of disturbing in an oddly funny sort of way.
This was another one of those moments when I realized how important Home is for kids to learn the do's and don'ts of life. There's safety at home, learning and messing-up and trying again. Love is woven through everything. Learning from society is a different story. Justice can be very heavy-handed teacher.
The kids are now very aware that we only say "ass," when we're reading the scriptures...and a@#$% is found NOWHERE in scripture :).