I woke up this morning to another dreary day. I got up early because Small, Medium and Large all had to be at soccer camp by 8:00. By 7:30 I had pretty much decided they weren't going and at 7:50 the coach called to cancel for the second day in a row. This is putting a huge cramp in my plans for a pedicure.
So I fed them breakfast, and I hopped back into bed for a few more winks. It is summer after all and I only have a few more weeks of not having to get up at the crack of dawn.
At one point small crawled in bed next to me. He cuddled in for a few minutes then started in with the questions.
"Are grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches good?"
"If you like tomatoes they are."
"Is it nice in Rio?"
"Rio?? I don't know, I've never been."
"Could a plane ever crash in our back yard?"
"I suppose it's possible, but highly unlikely."
"Can I go watch t.v."
"If you must."
Apparently I was not giving him the answers he was looking for.
How, in the span of 5 minutes, does an almost 8-year-old brain go from grilled cheese sandwiches, to Rio, to a plane crashing in our back yard?
I'm a little afraid to find out what really goes on in that little head.
Some things are best left to wonder about. Needless to say, my fingers are crossed for a little sunshine and a little soccer camp tomorrow. I'm not sure I could handle anymore of the tough questions.