This is where I say how wonderful my kids are

This morning I watched as Link and Gleek ran from the car into school. I watched as Link purposefully shortened the stride of his 10 year old legs so that six year old Gleek could stay ahead of him. Letting her reach the school building first is a small kindness he does for her and for me. The excitement of getting to the building first has her jumping out of the car and running for school instead of clinging to my waist.

Our dishwasher’s motor died Sunday night. The nice dishwasher repairman will be bringing us a new one, but until he does we’re washing up by hand. Every night as I fill the sink, Gleek scoots up a stool and does all of the washing for me. She loves it. I love it too because the job is so much more pleasant with two of us.

Kiki has to give a talk in church on Sunday. This will be her first time speaking in front of the entire congregation. I’m very pleased that she is working on the talk already and very impressed that she is trying to make it reflect her own thoughts rather than just finding a story to read out loud. I hope this is a good experience for her.

In the car one day Patches and I had a delightful little conversation which started by him asking “When I grow up, can I be your friend?” I answered that I would love for him to be my friend. He smiled satisfied and started rattling off that he would come visit me and we would play games together. Then he paused for a moment and added that he would need to find a mom first so that he could be a daddy. But before he did that he needed to grow up first. And when he grows up, he will need to shave, but he will keep the hair on his head and just use haircuts. He paused a moment more and declared that he would shave his head too. I was suspicious of this last and mentioned that it was possible to be a dad while still having hair on your head. I pointed out that his friend’s dad has hair. Patches responded “Then I will just use haircuts, but I will shave beards.”