my teacher

The scene: the kitchen. Youngest is folding his laundry while bb makes chicken cutlets.

bb: is that your tee shirt from the museum?

Youngest: yeah. The artist did a series of smiling pictures because he was feeling low. Having smiles in his pictures every day helped him feel better even though things in his life were kind of bad.

bb (rinsing and drying her hands and walking over to hug him): thanks for that...I needed it. You teach me things every day.

Youngest: (in a muffled voice from within the hug) did you know that flying fish don't really fly?

Comments

KathyR said…
I love this.

And your new template is nice. Simple.
I like your new look. I adore your children.
Tina said…
That is so wonderful. Aren't kids just the greatest?
jenontheedge said…
Your boys are so fab.
Those boys of yours!!!! If they ever need a place to stay in Australia .....
Yougest is adorable. Can he come over and help my little girls CALM DOWN!
Fannie Mae said…
He cracks me up that Youngest.
wait


he folds his own washing?
kmkat said…
Yay, Youngest! What a guy.
Don't you just love those moments?
barbra said…
He is a gem!

Love the blackbird over there
<---- he's a cute one!
kristin said…
i love hearing what you say to them as much as i love hearing what they say to you.
Ree said…
Can I borrow your kids? Sometimes I need a new view.
Stomper Girl said…
Ha! Adorable. Does this mean cat fish don't meow either?
Dani said…
You lost me at the laundry folding part...

When I came to, I finished reading...

I smiled. BIG.
Anonymous said…
Those muffled by hug conversations are simply the best. Your light spreads far and wide, Youngest.
ErinH
eurolush said…
Very nice anecdote.
Anonymous said…
How can I achieve something like this, please? I need lessons. You can be MY teacher. Thanks.
paola