Give me your highly conditional love.
Where have you been, Alice? Well, I've been right here, dealing with a love-sick psychotic!
Henry's school has been on winter break this week. Because four-year-olds need a break from all that fingerpainting and storytime. (Yeah, I know, the teachers need a break, what-ever.) It's been fun, because my kid, frankly, is a lot of fun, but also? He's kind of nuts. Yesterday he wept because he loves me "and it's just so good." A few minutes later, when I suggested that he put on his socks, he informed me that he was going to "slice [my] head off." When I suggested that perhaps that wasn't the best turn of phrase, he clutched my legs and swore that he was saying it to himself, as a funny little joke. Then he told me he would love me even after he was dead dead dead. Could he have a cookie? No? Then he didn't even like me and never would.
When he got over that bit of heartbreak, he sang me this song:
I love love you so much
I just can't handle it
Behold Mommy! You're the best one ever!
[whispering] but I wish you were a better one
P.S.: Wonderland today! Go see!










February 23, 2007
Reader Comments (42)
Lots of potential there!
Nothin' like the emotional whiplash of being needed and harted and needed again in the space of, of, 90 seconds.
Nothin' like the emotional whiplash of being needed and harted and needed again in the space of, of, 90 seconds.
Oh man, that child is funny.