Lately, Kinderblogger has been treating me with all of the love and kindness of 7th grader getting ready to break up with his girlfriend. He won’t look me in the eye, he won’t scoot to school with me, or kiss me goodnight. Something is obviously churning in that little mind of his but I hadn’t been able to lure it out of him until last night. We were lying on his bed reading C is for Construction and out-of-the-blue he offered this bit of insight into his psyche:

Him: “I don’t know how to read and everyone in my class knows, Oscar knows, Eva knows, Robert knows [he went on to list everyone in his class]. And I really want to know how to read.

Me: Well, then we’ll carve some time to work on it and practice.

Him: Well I don’t know when we’d do that because you’re always asking me to do this and get that and do this and get that and get me this and get that. And all want to do is chat and chat and chat and go shop, shop, shop and shop and blah, blah, blah and you never listen to me.”

I’m grateful he can express himself. It’s just hard to hear.

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