When the first person dies, you should remarry....and other deep thoughts.

My six year old son has been pondering life lately. Today, he has shared a great many concerns he has about life. As I was washing the dishes (and he was cleaning out the bowl from making blueberry muffins,) he said, "Grandpa needs to marry someone." "Oh," I asked, "and why is that?" "Because the first person is dead," is his simple answer. While it came as a bit of a shock to hear my mother referred to as "the first person," several other thoughts went through my head......"is the dishwasher full enough to start?" "why can't my seventeen year old brother figure out what my six year old son has already figured out?" "I hope they have mandatory all day kindergarten by the time Maxwell goes to school next year." "I wonder if Project Runway will make me want to vomit again, like last time." "I should have Blake call Grandpa and share his bit o' wisdom." "Is it time for bed yet?"




I digress.


He then shared with me the high standards he holds his Uncle Morgan to. How he is going to be just like Uncle Morgan, who is going to go to college, then get married and then maybe even have kids (does anyone else see anything vital missing from that equation? hmmmm?) Did I mention that Blake thinks Uncle Morgan is smarter than me? That Uncle Morgan knows everything? Gosh, I hope Uncle Morgan doesn't disappoint Blake.....or any of us for that matter :)


In his quest to share his knowledge, the next topic he wishes to discuss is, "There was a kid who brought a donut for lunch and he made such a big mess that he had to sit at the Manners Table." Now I have to stop here, because I need to lend you a little insight as to my frame of mind at the time. I had reluctantly put down the third and final book in the Hunger Games series to do the dishes. When Blake insists that he isn't allowed to bring donuts for lunch, I reply, "Yes, you can." He immediately and somewhat haughtily retorts, "NO! I can't!" "Yes, you can! I am your mother, I said you could take a donut with your lunch! I am your mother!" comes my equally rebellious response. Now that I know there is a manners table, alarms start going off in my head. What? The Capitol can't do that! You're only first graders! Who came up with that? President Coin? We live in the United States, the land of freedom...........Blake claims that whoever has to sit at the Manners Table has to sit there and is no longer allowed to eat. Curse you, President Snow!

I think I should go finish that book, which will hopefully put my mind at ease. I wouldn't want my child to think I am some kind of anarchist, haha!