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This is Casey J’s most favorite word as of lately. Yes, he says it just like Forrest Gump did.

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Today as the Z Man and I were walking the two blocks to his guitar lessons he told me this:

Z Man: “Mom, I know I have a lot of time to decide and I don’t need to rush but when I am a teenager I want to D-A-T-E Saraphina and then when we are adults I’m going to M-A-R-R-Y her.”
(Note he is into spelling things a lot lately so the words like this S-P-E-L-L are words he is actually spelling out to me and not saying).
Me: “Really? Are you sure, you’re awfully young.”
Z Man: “Yeah mom, she’s a really good friend and she’s pretty so I think I’ll M-A-R-R-Y her.”
Me: “I think being good friends first is an excellent start.”

Then I flashed back to him inviting a girl to his karate Halloween party today after school and put two and two together. He seemed so nervous talking to her (he still stutters a bit if he’s excited or nervous) and now I know why, he’s was wooing his future wife!!!

UPDATE – I apparently told some of this story incorrectly and the Big C would like me to set it straight.

We haven’t really had to broach the subject of adult words with the boys. There was a word one of the boys learned back when they went to a babysitter but that was quickly nipped in the bud when the source was discovered. Apparently Big C and the Z Man had a conversation the other day that went something like this -

Z Man began by asking his dad if curses were real. You know the kind of black spot curse Davy Jones put on Captain Jack Sparrow. They have a Tom & Jerry pirate like cartoon on dvd and he wanted to know if those kind of curses were real. Big C assured him that those kind of weren’t real. Z Man then proceeded to tell his dad about another kind of curse and premised his next line with “Now Dad I’m not really saying this word, but I need to say it so I can tell you it, I think it’s a curse word, it’s… it’s mitch.”

Big C: “A mitch, what do you mean a mtich?” (All the while knowing what he meant to say really started with a B not an M)
Z Man: “Yeah daddy, you know a mitch, a female dog…”
Big C: “Well Z, you are right, a female dog is called a…” (he finished explaining the correct term and that he did have the definition right but that the word is also not a good word to use so we shouldn’t really use it)

I just about died laughing. I have no idea where he picked up on the notion, although he had the dictionary understanding of it and not the derogatory one. He said he learned the word at school, maybe it was actually from the dictionary.

My Z Man sometimes seems wise beyond his years. Although I’m sure I’ve said that before he never ceases to amaze me. He brought home a creative writing paper last week and was at first embarrassed to let me read it. It was so simple yet carried a much bigger message. He brought it home on the 7th anniversary of 9-11 and at first it didn’t dawn on me. I am still unsure of how to explain what happened on that day seven years ago. I remember exactly where I was when I heard the breaking news. I have it snapped into my mind like a photograph. It was like the War of the Worlds but it was no trick. I hope I am prepared when they finally ask me about it. Until then I will take the wise advice of my six year old boy, “Somethings don’t work out but if you really want it to just talk to God.”

Talk to God

Yesterday morning we had to turn the water off so that my dear Big C could dig a giant hole to figure out where our water leak was coming from. Z Man had his daily constitution after we got home from church and was panicked when it wouldn’t flush. I told him not to worry, the water was off, just close the door and don’t use that potty. Big C found a leak a little after lunch, patched it, let it dry and turned the water back on (only to find another leak but that’s another story). I had let Z Man know the water was back on and to remember to flush his potty. My Aunt and Uncle showed up to pick up their computer and at that time Z Man rolled around the corner and announced that his “number twos were not flushing and going down the potty.” My Aunt about died laughing. I tried to assure him I would take care of it, “Mom, you’ll have to get the plunger to unplug my number twos, it’s bad in there.” I almost sensed a bit of pride with a tinge of embarrassment. It’s no wonder my Aunt and Uncle had no need to use the bathroom before they left!

Z Man is a dreamer. I don’t necessarily mean a day dreamer either. He has dreams and sometimes what he calls nightmares, he’s gone so far as to acquire a real Indian dream catcher when we were on our spring break trip in New Mexico. I even helped him hang it above his bed. Most of the time I don’t understand his dream sequences when he tries to relay them to me. However, yesterday mornings bad dream almost left me in stitches. He began like this:

“Mom, I had a bad dream. In it this alien was chasing us but he would go back to his home if we could just find him a chilli dog.” At that statement I about lost it, I’m giggling as I write it. He has a very serious look on his face the whole time. “But I couldn’t find him a chilli dog anywhere in this town so I had to convince him to leave us alone and go back to his home planet just by being nice to him.” I was really at a loss at this time, then he added “Mom do you have any idea where to get a chilli dog in this town?” “Yeah buddy, I’m pretty sure you could try the DQ or Sonic.” “Awww man mom, I wish I’d have thought about that last night when the hungry alien just wanted a chilli dog.”

Oh man, the phrase “chilli dog” now just sends me off into a fit of laughter.