Literally Literal

A recent homework assignment...kind of speaks to my son's literal view of the world - as well as his love of chicken.

Likely not what the teacher has in mind - but all the answers are 'correct'.

The Night Walker

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don't break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could be togetherWalking on, walking on the moon
- Sting

My son has developed a new habit.  He likes to walk by the light of the moon...or by the light of municipally supplied street lights - depends on the cloud cover.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!  We're going for a walk now!"

Going to for a walk at night typically isn't optional.  My son knows what he wants.  And besides if you're presented with a kid who already has all his stuff on and is ready to go - it's really hard to say no.  I only put my foot down when it's raining.  I don't like walking in the rain.

I enjoy my night walks with Nicholas.  And it's always just me and him.  Mommy doesn't get invited to these night sojourns.  This is just me and my son - and it's time with him that I really enjoy.  He seems to find the darkness relaxing (that's and he likes messing around with the flashlight we bring) and I find it to be a really good time to just talk to my son about whatever he wants to talk about.

We talk about school - and why he finds it challenging at times.  We talk about what ultra rare moshling he would like next.  We talk about chicken.  We generally just talk about life in general.

For whatever reason - night is just a really good time to talk with Nicholas.  Day time discussions just seem to annoy him at times - he's a busy guy...with a lot to do - and who has time to slow down and chat about stuff?  But night? Totally different story.

He opens up to me and tells me things.  And I open up to him and tell him things.  We have a lot in common.

Our walks typically end up with us going to the park.  I'm not big on going to the park at night - but it's fairly well lit, and there are a lot of people walking by - so it's likely pretty safe.

There are also other people in the park at night sometimes.  Sometimes these people are teenagers with punk style hairdos.  Nicholas likes to talk these people for some reason.  He asks them what they are doing in his park at night and would they please recycle their empty bottles?  He also tells them that he really likes their 'cool hair'.  The punk rockers seem rather amused by the precocious little kid so they engage him in conversation.  They never say anything rude of mean to him - which is a good thing.  Daddy is standing by with a heavy duty Mag-Lite flashlight just in case some punk gets out of hand with his son.  :)

I'd prefer that he not talk to strangers - and as far as I know he doesn't all that often.  But then again - Nicholas is always with someone who has his back...so I suspect he knows that it'll all be good.

I really enjoy our nighttime walks.  And I really enjoy our nighttime chats.  He's getting older - so I'm hoping to get some good chats in now before he decides that I'm too old to talk too.  But I know I always be cool enough to talk to.

I'm the guy who makes the chicken....and holds the key to more Moshis.

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Chicken Rascism

More chicken....but it's the wrong color.  My son is a chicken racist.

He doesn't want white meat...he wants drumsticks.

"I'm not fooled!  Those aren't drumsticks!"

"Drumsticks drumsticks drumsticks!!!"

"Drumsticks - 1, White meat - 0!"

Sigh....he hasn't even tried it yet.  Pretty sure there's no hope for humanity at this point.

Not when we can't even get past chicken racism.

Forget you little man - I'll eat yours then!