Overheard while the kids were playing...
Maggie: Now, let's pretend to be GOOD parents. Let's be parents that are just like Mom and Dad.
[Aww, now that is sweet music to a parent's ears.]
James at 7.5 years: Still the Eeyore syndrome appears at bedtime with some frequency.
James: Mom, I'm still having trouble at school.
Mom: What kind of trouble?
James: With getting along with other kids and stuff.
Mom: Can you give me an example?
James: Well, like with Trenton. He keeps saying I'm stupid.
Mom: That isn't very nice. Do you know why he says it?
James: He just doesn't want me to touch his ice pieces. [The kids at James's school have a busy playground economy based on collecting, hoarding, trading chunks of ice.]
Mom: Well, that seems fair, if the ice is his.
James: No, I am on his team, but he says I can't inspect the ice.
Mom: Inspect the ice?
James: Yes, I just want to look at the pieces more closely to do some research on the ice, but Trenton says we aren't doing research on the ice because that's dumb.
Ah, the trials of being 7 and having two engineering professors for parents. He doesn't really have a fair chance at being normal. Good thing we find him so adorably lovable.
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