Conversations, Food

Did we think the sh*t would stop at 7?

I think he’s ramping up. Fast track to 25, trapped in a 4-foot body with a big mouth. Whoops did I say that out loud? I know I know he gets the mouth from me. But am I really that … sarcastic? Me? I mean really, come ON! Oh yeah I’m totally sarcastic…pfffttt…not.

me: Do you want waffles and whipped cream again?

Jack: Until we run out that’s what I want every day!

me: Well it’s your birthday week so we can manage that. (I put two on his plate and pile em high with whipped cream)

Jack: (just looks at me)

me: What? Eat.

Jack: (holds up a waffle and clears his throat)

me: You’re not getting another candle if that’s what you’re hinting at.

Jack: And exactly HOW am I supposed to eat these?

me: With your mouth??

Jack: Mom equals get equals me equals fork.

me: Oh nice. How about asking the right way.

Jack: Did you understand me or not?

me: (warning look)

Jack: Puhleeaasssseeeee.

me: I just want you to speak politely to me.

Jack: Talking politely. Yeah. That’s not one of my strong points.



7-year-olds say some sh*t too!

Yeah they do.

Jack turned 7 at 4:36 p.m. And, because he’s such a stickler for rules he could not enjoy being 7 until that very time. He did wake up and say “I can’t believe I’m actually 7!” But then he said “Ohhh, not really until after school…sighhh…” I tried to cheer him up with birthday waffles and a candle…and cupcakes for school, but he was a little ho-hum about it. Still moody and a bit irritable in general. I think he’ll snap out of it soon.

Jack: Since I’m 7 can I watch some things with more violence in them?

me: Huh? Uh, no…

Jack: How about Episode 3 (Star Wars)…

me: Just a little.

Jack: I’ll fast forward through the violent stuff like the shooting and dying.

me: Jack, just last year I wouldn’t let you watch commercials for pete’s sake. Sighh…

Jack: Well you were weird last year, remember??

me: Touché…

Happy Birthday Jack! I love you!