More Thomas

I am not sure how you follow a post that has been described as both "hilarious" and "haunting". So I decided to default to my son,who is hilarious and occasionally, haunting.

While combing his hair after a bath one night: “Mom you are messing up my mane.”

Before bed one night, “someday, when I am a man, I will sleep in bed with you and dad.”

Another night before bed, “Thomas, you have to go to sleep so you can grow…mom, maybe I don’t want to be a man.” Yikes.

(sleeping "armed" at my mom's house.)

New obsession upon returning to Zambia: the concept of a “natural dog”. In a conversation highlighting this obsession he informed me, “Fry is a natural dog. Mom, natural dogs are dogs that stay inside. King Arthur and I had lots of natural dogs at his castle.”

One night he was sitting in the tub holding his boy bit and I said to stop touching it, he said, “Mom, I am hugging my peter.”

Our poor neighbor was the subject of yet another doosie, “mom, I am going to go have a honeymoon with Christopher.” I giggled and said, “oh, what is a honeymoon?” He gave me this serious face, “I can’t tell you mom.” Seth leaned over to me and said, “I hope he is going to tell Christopher.”

Yesterday: “Mom, I want to die right now and go to heaven. So I can see my Heavenly Father, cause I miss him.” “…But Thomas, I will miss you. Don’t you want to grow up and be a man and have a family?” “Um, yeah, but I just really want to see Jesus and you can come see me when you die.”This was one of those bitter sweet kid moments …but true to Tommy’s style, the deterioration was swift and violent: “Mom, if you don’t let me go to Heaven right now I am going to chop up this whole house with this machete.”

(obsessed with a machete i bought when i lived in the DR)

Last night at Family Home Evening we were talking about choices. I asked for some examples of bad choices might be. Tom said, “like hitting your mom.” “Okay, what else,” I said. “Like stabbing your mom with a sword…like having your dog bite your mom.” Wow, I came away from that one feeling pretty nervous about my personal safety.

(He is really into paper hats at the moment. He destined this one would look like the captain hat on Swiss Family Robinson. )

Just now: Seth comes home from playing Frisbee and goes in to say goodnight. Seth says, “Goodnight sweetheart, I love you.” Thomas replies, “good night, stinky.”

Poor Cali, she is sick, has the sun in her eyes and a Christmas PJ that matches her "on/off switch". Still, I can't resist putting the most recent photo of her up, even is this post is entirely about Thomas.