One of my problems as a parent--and I am sure that the therapists will get an earful about this one day from both boys--is that I probably treat them too much like "grown ups." Once they get past the toddler phase, I am not good with talking down to kids. I guess that I live in fear of underestimating them, so I probably overestimate them sometimes, instead. When they are tired or have been patient for a reasonable amount of time and I still find myself getting impatient, I still try to remind myself that we aren't even to double digits yet.
This all brings me to one of our latest ventures, playing Scrabble. Rufus, Boudreaux, and I love to play board games together, a love I believe that I inhereted from Yo Mama and from the G-Woman. Santa brought us Upwords, Life, Deal or No Deal (more on that later), and Scrabble.
Does it matter that Rufus is only 6 and in kindergarten? Hell, no! Sit that boy down and learn him some Scrabblin'! First, we started with an easier version of the game and I would help him. Now, he can almost play according to all the strict rules, he keeps his own hand, plans his own words, and does the math for his own score. As he slapped down a five-letter word the other day and as I went to write down his score (something like 18 points), I had a moment of "Holy cow--this kid is only six!" So see? I do remember sometimes. No go mow the lawn and chop some wood, you short little ingrates!
Thus, this long rambling pre-amble serves to introduce the next...
Wisdom of Rufus #203
(While playing Scrabble...)
Rufus, pondering his hand before making a play: "It's a good thing I don't have an R."
Clueless Fatty: "Why?"
Rufus: "Because if I did, then I'd have DIARRHEA!"
Yes, he was spelling it foe-net-er-lee, because he didn't realize that he needed TWO R's to have diarrhea. Who knows how to spell that anyway? I had to use the spell check.
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