EVILBOY overheard that today was his dad's birthday last night while visiting family. On the way home he had a whole bunch of questions to ask about his dad.
EVILBOY: Mom, did my dad have a heart attack? [side note: A leader in the cub scouts recently had a heart attack and died. Mason was pretty close to him and it affected him quite a bit].
ME: No, he had cancer.
EVILBOY: Like Terry Fox?
ME: Yes.
EVILBOY: So he had a wooden leg?
ME: No, he had cancer somewhere else.
EVILBOY: Where?
ME: In his neck [R. had Lymphoma so it was pretty much in his lymph nodes but most notably in his neck]
EVILBOY: So he had a wooden neck?
ME: No.
EVILBOY: Can we bring a cake to the Goodwill for him?
ME: ??
EVILBOY: You know, where the ghosts are. [then I realized he meant graveyard, not Goodwill]
ME: No, I don't think that's such a good idea.
...and then I listened to him plan a birthday party for his dead father for an hour or so complete with skeleton decorative plates (because that's what he is - his words, not mine).
HBD (36)
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