Welcome to another episode of the bits and pieces of my week and brain. Hosted, as always, by the Un Mom. Or, as I like to call her, Super Keely.
Destructo, in all his 7 year old glory, came downstairs crying and hungry last night at about 10 o'clock..... He was missing Wisconsin and demanding that we return home "this instant!" I used my usual sympathetic response and said it was ok to miss old friends and home, that I miss my friends, too, and that I feel better when I think that they will still be there when we return someday. He wasn't buying it, though, and continued to cry and wimper over his banana at the table (he is often up at strange times looking for food to fill his growling belly.... stupid ADHD meds keep him from eating as much as he should at regular meals). After awhile, he snuffled and somewhat calmy requested that I change the iPod to British Accents. It took awhile to figure out exactly what he meant, but he finally explained in a coherent way that, after listening to 'SuperFudge,' as read by Judy Blume, he thought I could switch the iPod from American accents to British. The American accent was making him homesick and he just didn't want to hear it anymore if it was going make him feel so bad.
I love that little guy so much.
Speaking of British accents.... CC had a friend over to hang out the other day and the entire time the boy was here, CC spoke completely in a British voice! He was all like, C'mon, Mate!-this and What rubbish!-that. Really strange, but funny. He is trying so hard to assimilate.
In other CC news: He may have a girlfriend. Wha???? I'm not sure how this happened, but he has been so adorably sweet about it that I can't help but let it warm the cockles of me heart, rather than be alarmed that his hormones might finally be kicking in. He has decided that one of the girls in his class is "special" to him and went about selecting a present (from my still sizable craft collection that sits neglected 97.5% of the time) and then wrapping it for her. He did chicken out of giving it to her at school, but asked me to deliver it to her mom. ...I guess the present was a hit, as he came home today and, after some rather mysterious "Mom, will you please come upstairs with me for a minute?"-type queries, he actually started *squee*-ing that she liked him back. Delivered amid mad giggling and rolling about on his bed.
I thought this kind of behavior was reserved for girls!
He says he only told me because he knows his secret is safe with me.
I'm like a crypt, son. Not. A. Word.
(where's my blinking chicken emoticon?!)