What better than a cute Alexander story to bring me out of a very difficult week . . .
So there we all are in the kitchen. Francine and I preparing a cooperative supper (which means, we're both doing work -- the work I'm doing is mostly following her orders and staying out of the way while she does all the difficult and challenging jobs). When I got confused and misunderstood some of the instructions and asked for the fifth time for her to repeat them, Fran finally gave up and just stood there and asked me if I had rocks in my head.
Alexander then begged me to pick him up, which I did. He immediately requested that I hoist him up high and he grabbed the top of my head with both of his hands and started to inspect it. After a moment or two of searching he spoke up.
"Nope." he said. "No rocks."
Gotta love him. My son proved for once and for all that I don't have any rocks in my head.
3 comments:
LOL, conclusive evidence provided by a preschooler. it's indisputable! i love how literal little kids are.
That is awesome! I bet you were giving a victory grin to Francine after that one! Too cute! Between you and Alexander I bet Francine never gets bored and is always laughing!
I wouldn't take the appraisal too seriously. My daughter can't find things that are right in front of her most days.
The little ones do make life a lot more manageable though don't they?
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