advantageous monters

The older boy and I have been having some interesting discussions on the way to pick up the baby brother from day care. Last night just happened to be a day that was more over the top than some others. First, Griff and I reached an agreement about his middle name. He hates it. I happen to love it. We picked out his middle name almost immediately after we found out that we were getting a he instead of a she. It's from these books that my husband and I both adore. One reason I still consider having another baby is that just so I could have a girl that we could saddle with the rest of that story as a middle name.

Anyway, back to the boy. I told him that he could change his name when he got to be 18 if he still didn't like it. And I said that I would try not to mention the middle name in public again. It's pretty much an empty promise, but don't mention that to him.

Then we talked a bit about spelling. He wasn't really feeling the need to study. He said that he would much rather ride his bike over to play with one of the neighbors.

And I pointed out tonight just happens to be a full moon.

He looked at me skeptically. (Not unusual for that kid. Promise.)

I told him that it was very close to dark and that crazies come out during a full moon and he probably wouldn't want to be out on his bike after dark.

"Yeah, right," he scoffed.

A few seconds later, he asked what I meant by crazies.

I just said, "I don't know, maybe warewolves?"

He laughed and told me that I don't even believe in warewolves.

"Ah ha," I said, "But I do believe in crazies like warewolves, but I don't have to worry about them because I can spell."

He wasn't at all concerned, but then he started to consider inherent danger of being a poor speller out in the world. Alone. On his bike. Then his damned memory got the best of me.

"That's a good one, Mom. Much better than last year when you told me that there was a candy monster hiding out when we trick or treated that would steal all of my candy if I didn't say thank you."