I was missing my kids last night, so I gave them a call. My 7 year-old son got on, and was very excited to tell me something.
"Guess what, Dad? I get to be student of the week at school!"
"Wow, that's cool, guy. Did you do something special to earn that?"
"No, the teacher picked my name out of a hat. I get to pick two other kids to have lunch with me in the classroom next week!"
"That'll be fun! Are you going to pick your friend (so-and-so)?"
"He's not in my class, Dad."
"Oh. How about your friend (so-and-so)?"
"Naw. He's kinda crazy."
"I see. Who are you going to pick then?"
"I think... I'll pick... (so-and-so) and (so-and-so)."
"Well, I've never heard you talk about them before. Are they your friends?"
"No, not really."
"Oh. Then why are you picking them?"
"Because they never get picked by anyone else."
I really can't imagine anything that he could say or do that would make me more proud. :)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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5 comments:
Great post Otis,,,,good reason to be proud and a great picture of you two as well
boo.rah.
what a champ.
You have a future great guy on your hands!
Ah, we made a good kid didn't we :) He's sweet. Even if he doesn't like my new haircut.
Like father like son ;) That's why you pick me to go to lunch sometimes huh... hahahaha!
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