I was day dreaming one day when Stephen asked if I was ‘lost and thoughtful’ instead of lost in thought
Freddy grabbed my phone and asked to play a game, then when I said yes he said ok what’s your ’stage coach’ also known as a pass code!
Stephen pointed out that when he swallows his food, it’s like a roller coaster for his food.
But even better than the cute things they say and mis understand is how often they are so wise and say exactly the right thing at the right time. Tonight was busy, not even bad, just a lot to get done. Pick up photo for the “citizen of the week” poster board, stop by the firestation to pick up printed out page for ‘citizen of the week’ poster board, drop off baby quilt….We kept changing our plans and editing to complete our tasks, we skipped the stop at the firestation, to get to my parents house for dinner. We rolled in to my parents house at just the right moment. We enjoyed a nice dinner. After dinner my parents walked Stephen around and solicited some orders for a school fundraiser. We packed up, loaded into the van and were halfway out the driveway when a neighbor walked up and asked to place an order. And how sweet that? My parents truly are blessed with great neighbors. We loaded up once again and were on the road home, when my cell phone rang, mom called to tell me we forgot Stephen’s “Citizen of the Week” poster board. So back we go once again. I let our a curse word and explained that we had to go back for Stephen’s poster board. Stephen piped up quickly with “don’t worry mom, everyone makes mistakes.” That’s exactly what I needed to hear at that moment, because of course as a mom, I’m worried that now I’m keeping the boys up past their bed times on a school night, and of course we have to have that poster board, because tomorrow is the day for presentation. But despite my worries, Stephen is right everyone makes mistakes. We backtracked, got the poster board, drove home safely, even managed to enjoy the lightening show by mother nature. Now everyone is in bed and I hope asleep.
