Dawn Is Me

Another conversational snippet:

Ricky: I have a compliment to make!

Kimmie: What?

Ricky: You have bouncy boobs.

Kimmie: Yeah … ! [starts bouncing her boobs around]

She’s going to be sorry she did that in about 40 years, when her boobs are sagging around her knees. But does she listen to her mother? Nah.

At least she is being a little bit nicer to him these days. That’s usually what happens when Gina goes back to school, Kimmie is nicer to Ricky (sort of).

This is good.

(Hey, I take what I can get.)

I learned something today.

I learned that Ricky, that 11-year-old male child, likes cleaning the bathrooms.

He told me, very seriously, that people are happier when they live in a clean environment.

I can die happy now.

Just to show that he is not entirely abnormal, he also told me that he really likes snowstorms.

“Oh,” said I, “you like snow, huh?”

“No,” he replied, grinning. “I like snow days.”

Yep. Mostly normal.

Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky! (Yes, I know it’s supposed to be ‘Mickey’ but, as a parent, I am allowed to occasionally take liberties with song lyrics.)

So, yeah, that’s enough of that dreary stuff.

Before I do anything else, I feel I must make my baby welcome to the blogosphere. Yes, that’s right, Ricky now has a blog. It’s another Christmas present but I didn’t get it finished until today because I’m just occasionally lame like that.

I probably should have gotten him to think of a different name. Sometime around the time he’s fifteen or sixteen, when it becomes terribly important to him to be terminally cool, he’s not going to want that domain name anymore.

Too bad, baby!

Meanwhile, I think I need to get myself out of the habit of going to bed at 8 a.m. That’s going to get inconvenient when school starts again. It’s going to make work tough, too.

So, today, I’m going to bed an hour early, at around 7 a.m. If I’m lucky, by the time I get up later today, Ricky will have started blogging.