June 17, 2009

Bedtime story

When I went to get Jack to take him to lunch today, he turned to me and yelled, "STOP TALKING TO ME! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Heartwarming, no?

But he made up for it tonight.

After I read to Jack tonight, I laid my head down on his mattress and just sat with him for a few minutes. After it was quiet for a bit, he said, "Hey, kid!" I just kind of laughed and he giggled back. We never refer to him as "kid" and I don't recall him ever referring to me as "kid" before. I wonder if he's picking this stuff up from our young teen campers. In any case, it cracked me up.

He said it again, "Hey, kid!"

"What?"

"God! Loves! You! So! Much!" he yelled.

"I know he does. It's bedtime though. It's time to whisper.

A few seconds later he whispered, "Guess who?" Which is what he usually says when he means to ask, "Guess what?"

"What?" I responded.

"I love you." He said it in a high pitched voice mimicking the style in which I often tell him that I love him.

"I love you, too, Jack."



I love that kid.

2 comments:

heresthediehl said...

i love these little conversations...thanks for sharing!

John W said...

Well, you call him a "kid" in your posts.... maybe he reads the blog....

Great story!