Pint-sized pessimist
Conrad is definitely out of sorts. He has come back to school with the post-break blahs. He and his best friend seem to be having a little trouble in paradise. My son is playing the needy why-can’t-we-just-stay-home-and-play-Lego girlfriend and his best buddy is cast as the free-spirit who is ready to backpack the Himalayas. Now granted, last night he insisted on sleeping on the floor and too tired to fight it, I let him, while making a mental note to put him back in his bed (but then I went on facebook and completely forgot! Total doghouse moment with David.) So he pretty much slept on the floor until 4am when he woke up crying about a torn fingernail which I trimmed and treated with antiseptic and then tucked him back into bed. He is genuinely tired, but also doing an amazing Morrissey impression. Here’s a few of his happiest moments in the last 24 hours.
“That’s horrible!”
On being told that I was able to book his birthday party for two weeks from Saturday.
“Three terrible things happened today and I can’t tell you what they are.”
His response when I asked him how his day was, and don’t worry I got the scoop.
“I’m never going into the unknown.”
Muttered in the car on the way to Tae Kwan Do
“No he’s not coming home in a little bit. He’s hurt on the street and in the rain and his leg is bleeding and he’s never gonna get home in time to kiss me goodnight because he’s really hurt and you should care.”
On whether David would be home in time to kiss him goodnight even though David’s bike got a flat tire and he had to walk instead of ride home.