Alex brought me a half filled glass of water to take some ibuprofen this afternoon. For some reason it struck me that he always brings me a half full glass...maybe so he won't spill it on the way. I asked him if the glass was half empty or half full. He was clueless as to the meaning behind the question and said matter-of-factly, "It's half full".
I asked, "What do you think it will look like when it's half empty?"
He looked at the glass...started to draw a line half way down from the top of where the water came to and the bottom of the glass...paused...then looked at me with a funny expression. "Mom, it's the same thing! Why would you even ask that???"
So I dutifully explained the meaning behind the age old "half full/half empty" question.
This optimistic versus pessimistic philosophy was almost lost on him, being that he's only 10 and his version of the world is still so sheltered, so I pointed to his knees.
"See your muddy knees?" I said. "Ya" he grinned.
This optimistic versus pessimistic philosophy was almost lost on him, being that he's only 10 and his version of the world is still so sheltered, so I pointed to his knees.
"See your muddy knees?" I said. "Ya" he grinned.
"Well, I choose to look at those muddy knees as an indication that we are blessed with an active, athletic boy who doesn't waste a single moment of recess or play time, but instead runs straight out to the wet, muddy field to play sports with his buddies, keeping healthy and strong, and staying out of trouble ~INSTEAD~ of just seeing the soiled laundry I will have to do and the cost of jeans and tennis shoes you go through so quickly."
"Ah" he said with a big goofy grin..."just as long as I don't get mud all over the house!"
Seriously.
Hahaha!!!!
And yeah, I'd appreciate it if you kept the mud outside :)
(photo taken by our friend Julie.)
