My seven year old boy
Alright, so I don’t have any children, and I’m not really good at guessing a child’s age, however, sometimes (coughmostofthetimecough) my man/husband/living partner acts like a child. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s cute, but totally blog-worthy.
Example 1: Preparing for a talk.
Tomorrow we are the main speakers in the Jamestown ward. This should be interesting. But we have procrastinated writing them all day because of our bed. But after I fed the poor child I got him to settle down for a bit of writing. He is really good at writing but cannot be distracted. I was bad and did a few times, distract him, I was writing on my pad of paper because computers distract me, but I’m illiterate so I needed a few definitions and things, making sure I was using words correctly, etc. Once he gets distracted I have to settle him down again, that should teach me, right? I looked up, after I had used up all my in-the-zone time. And he was sitting on his feet, a little jumpy/antsy, looking at a firefox window. I asked him how his talk was coming, obvioulsy being the naggy wife I was born to be, he replied in the whiniest voice I’m sure he could muster sincerely, “I told you already, I’m as done as I’m going to be.” He started pawing at the floor with one foot, and looked down at it. I said, “aww, you are such a seven year old.” He looked around, calmly, then quickly picked up a post-it note pad and threw it at me. “You are totally helping your case, because a seven year old wouldn’t do that.” He smiled and turned back to his computer. I smiled, too, at the bit of hair sticking up on the top of his head, he really is just a 6 foot tall kid.