The Past Becomes a Present

Gazing out the window this morning at the lightening sky, I knew I just wanted to get out and enjoy the day.

But first, I had to do the breakfast thing. And write a little something. So here goes, then I go.

This week I came across some quips I typed up that belong to my son when he was 4-5 years old. They have aged quite well. So today, I'm giving you all a break from my ramblings and sharing some of his. 

Bon appetit!

Age 4:

"Suddenly, I realized it was bedtime."

"That's not an option, Mom."

  

Joe was riding with his Dad in the car, trying to work out the mysteries of the universe.  An Elvis Presley song was on the radio in memory of Elvis' birthday.

"Dad, why do they celebrate Elvis' birthday if he's dead?"

"I don't know, Joe. I guess they just want to remember him."

"Dad, is Elvis in heaven."

"Yes, Joe."

"Are Elvis and Grandpa Ginley together?"

"Well, I guess so."

"Dad, who plays the guitar?"

  

"Mom, Daddy ate all the cheese crackers. Now you have to go to the cheese cracker store tomorrow morning and bring me some cheese crackers before you go to work!"

Waving skyward, "Hi, God!"

Joe brings home his Thanksgiving project from school, on which his teacher has written, “Joe is thankful for trees.” I thought that was really nice, having a son who is so concerned about the environment. On Thanksigiving Day, I ask Joe again what he is thankful for. He says, “I’m thankful for TREATS!”

Age 5

While playing with his Thomas the Tank Engine wooden train set, we overhear: “James said, ‘Thomas, would you help me pull my train today?’ And Thomas said, ‘Why, I’d be delighted.’”

  

Being chastised for holding up Marge (our cat) and going “vroom, vroom!”  Joe says, “But Mom, she was just pretending to be an airplane!”

“I love you to the moon and the stars and the planets and back again.”

Opening each Christmas present:  “Whoa, just what I always wanted!”

When asked to put his Superman away (it was positioned near the nativity scene), “No, Mom, can’t you see, Superman is watching out for Baby Jesus!”

  

We attended Palm Sunday mass. After listening to the (long) gospel reading about Jesus riding through the town, Joe turns to Bill and asks, “Dad, did He live happily ever after?”

Apologies to my kid if this embarrassed him. Well, no, I'm not really sorry. He can exact his revenge someday when he writes his memoirs.