Ageism??

Is it possible for children to be age-ist?

J-man often talks himself to sleep. It's when he's laying down that the deep wonderings of his heart come out. I don't know why exactly. Except that when he's laying down in bed, he's still and his thoughts turn deep. 

One night, in the middle of this time there were a series of questions that culminated in one large 'ouch' moment.

J-man asked about belly buttons. More specifically he wanted to know what they were for.
So I told him. "That's where you were attached to me, when you were INSIDE me as a baby, so you'd get food."

He seemed to think that's cool.

"Adam and Eve didn't have belly buttons, did they?"

"Well, I'd guess not. Since they didn't have to be in a mommy's tummy."

We both agreed that was cool of him to notice.

"How old were they, when they died?"

Understand that I'm not sitting with him without something to do. I'm either writing, reading or researching. I consider Pinterest research.

So I just say, "Well they were really old." I don't want to age them unnecessarily. Or tell him the wrong answer because I'm quite certain he'll remember the wrong answer. 

"How old?"

"I'm not really sure. I know they were really old."

"Like 30?"

Ouch. Said the 39 year old mom.

"Oh, no. Much older."

You know it's coming.

"Oh? Like 40?"

Ouch again. 

"No, son. Like in their hundreds. Hundreds of hundreds."

"Oh."

Fast forward a few days later.

The Professor is having his birthday. We celebrating on a minor scale because that's how The Professor roles. (Slow.)

"Dad, how old are you anyway?"

"Well, son. I'm 43."

"Wow, I'm really surprised you made it this long."

Ouch.

I've come to the conclusion that my son is age-ist. Age-ist as only an 8 year old can be. 

I'm turning 40 on my next birthday and I'm really not sure I want to tell him.

Wondering and Equating...

I'd wondered why it was taking G-man so very long to do his math work. 

I don't have to wonder any more.

This is from last year - but this year isn't much different. 

One thing that *IS* the same? 

The Good Guy Always wins.

New phone

My current view of my desk. I have a  new phone. so  i wanted to see if I could post my pictures from my phone. and sure enough I can. punctuating is another thing entirely.

All in my head...

I had a blog post. 
Then another. 

and part of another. 

Apparently they were all in my head. 

I was going to show you a picture, too, but the picture loader thingy isn't working. It just sits there and mocks me. So it's either my computer (which I doubt) Or Blogger. Or Google. 

Since Google now runs Blogger, I'ma blame it on Google. 

Decaffeinating myself was going really well until this weekend. When I fell back on the wagon? Off the wagon? 

Where'd the wagon come from? 

Saturday when we had a party for my wonderful niece. Caffeine was consumed. 

Today was supposed to be the first day of school for us. And It was discovered that I didn't have all the books I needed. While Mini-E and J-man are fighting over who gets to 'be first' I'm wandering around the room thinking. I thought stuff like, "I coulda sworn I ordered that math book." "Where'd the phonics page go?"

It was not a stellar first day. We called it done by noon. 

I shoulda known that it was going to be an interesting first day of school when I couldn't find the Rosetta Stone registration codes. Without the registration codes, the program was all but useless.

I very nearly cried. I prayed. 
after looking in the drawer four times, It was found.

So we can study Spanish-  just not math.

Oh, well. 

Hopefully, the picture uploader thingy will work soon. I found the coolest earbuds. 
At least I think I did. 

Watered down...

Ha! I bet you thought I'd call this post 'Day 3'. Didn't you? 

...

I thought about it.

Then decided not to. 

But proof that there's progress: 

My new Writing buddy