I've been in a bit of a funk lately, which has kept me from posting. I find it hard to write about happy things when I'm blue, but I also don't want to share my blues with everyone, so I just don't post. No mystery there, I guess.
But R made me laugh so hard the other day that I had to share. Every weekend, all three of us go grocery shopping together. A and I always loved grocery shopping before R came along - and we still do, actually. I think because food is the central activity and shared love in our lives. I won't buy myself new clothes or new underwear even when everything I own is in shreds or stained or faded, but we'll spend relative ridiculous amounts of money on good cheese, meat, vegetables, and fruit - and on going out to eat. It's our great love.
Anyway, back to the grocery shopping. R doesn't share our love of the grocery store. He hates it. But because A and I both love it so much - and because if only one of us goes, we forget things - we drag him along anyway.
So, last weekend, while we were doing our usual pleading with R to get ready, put his clothes on, brush his teeth, etc., R asked me, "How do you spell I?" [Quiet for a minute.] Then, "How do you spell do?" [Quiet again.] Then, "How do you spell not want?" [More quiet.]
Do you see where is going?
I spelled everything out for him, then he handed me this:
It says - in crazy jumbledness because he ran the letters around the Doodle Pad in circles - "I do not want to go to the grocery store."
My little rebel. At least he's polite with his protests, providing them to us in note form. :-)