Oh how I wish this was a post about when I turn thirty, but it’s not, as this year I’m going to be …..gasp…….. in my mid-thirties. How did that happen? Thirty-five? Oh well I still have until November to enjoy being considered early thirties.
This blog entry is about my son. Typically on our morning commute to school he asks his million and one why questions, those of you with kids know what I mean. Mommy why doesn’t Disneyland stay open all night, Mommy why do we lose sleep for daylight savings. One question after another and I don’t know about you but I’m not always at the top of my game in the morning to give great answers. I’ll confess to sometimes taking the easy way out and saying, I’m not sure honey or even worse, I’ll tell him, ask your Dad when he picks you up, he knows all about it.
So for the past week our morning question and answer time has been a little different. For some bizarre reason my son is obsessed with turning thirty. He turns seven in September so I’m guessing he likes to get a early jump on planning out the next couple of decades until he turns thirty.
It usually goes something like this… Mom… When I’m thirty I’m going to buy Disneyland. Mom, when I’m thirty I’m going to stay up all night. You get the idea. He also tells me what his career is going to be when he’s thirty and he told me he’s going to be a Dad when he’s thirty.
This morning was his sweetest when I’m thirty proclamation so far…
Spencer: Mommy…
Me: Yes honey…
Spencer: Mommy when I’m thirty I’m going to have a limousine
Me: Wow that would be really cool, then you wouldn’t have to worry about driving
Spencer: Well I would use it to come pick you up and take you shopping with all my money, and if you didn’t feel good I would have it take you to the Dr. If you ever needed anything I could give it to you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you…….. Mommy I love you.
Me: I love you too
Spencer: Mommy….
Me: Yes
Spencer: You’re the best Mommy I ever had.
Note to self, remember to bring Kleenex with me if he is going to continue talking like this. Luckily I had on my sunglasses because he made me cry. Have I mentioned how much I love my kids?
Of course I can’t post without having a photo to go along with it, so here’s my little dude, almost seven, but going on thirty.
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