Tuesday, December 22, 2009
NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT
Rojo is in 7th grade and already his friends are talking a lot about where they're going to go for high school. We don't know where Rojo is going to go to high school (and all prayers/candles/burnt offerings are welcome). We dodge the question every time he brings it up. He's already established the fact that he's going to go to college here in Portland, live at home, and just be gone from 8-3, same as now. From his lips to God's ears.
Today, driving all over town with me he piped up from the back seat, "I don't think I'm going to go to college after all."
"Oh, you aren't?" I asked.
"Noooooooo," he answered rather sassily, "remember? Duh? I'm going to get MARRIED? I'm going to be a DAD? Remember?"
"I didn't forget, but I didn't know you were planning on getting started so soon!"
"Yes, I am. And I'm going to wear a nice dress at my wedding."
"OH!" I said a little too cheerily.
"Yes, remember how for the Advent program we had to wear a nice dress? I'm going to wear a nice dress for my wedding, too."
* Photo from hipgirlclips.com