On our walk home from school today he asked if I had a spare trashbag so he could pick up litter on the way (I did, a grocery bag, little one still in diapers).
Then, instead of whining about why can’t he play video games, he sat down and read a book.
Then, he ate his dinner without complaint (unprecedented!)
Then, he did his homework without prompting. Then did some extra homework (teacher gives them a packet at the beginning of each week)
Wow. I just realized what a weird kid I was back in the day because that was all normal for me. (Except for the litter stuff…but I read, did my homework, and ate my dinner.)
Walls breathing, grass visibly growing and wriggling before my eyes, the entire world a convex fun-house mirror… and a little, desperate, sane part of my mind going:
“Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do. Act normal. Do what you’re supposed to do.”
I know what the kid discovered today. Get him a punch balloon; he’ll love you for it.