"I don't like medicine. I don't like that ONE. It just tastes like disappointment." exclaims my 6 year old son. He was diagnosed with strep throat just yesterday, Friday. Today is Saturday, and I have a no-kids-allowed baby shower (there's a pool and no gate around it yet) and then a Quinceañera to attend, and also packing to move out, and he's concerned that his medicine does not, in fact, taste like cherry. Instead it tastes like disappointment. I'm sorry, my man.
Where did he get that from? He got it from a cartoon show about a group of seals, the aquatic mammal that barks and sunbathes like a pro, that end up trained in some form of evasive combat to defend themselves against predators. No idea what it's called or on what platform it is. They have some catchy lines, but I never thought he would employ them.
He's one of those kids that offhandedly pays attention. Just when you think you're safe, he parrots back something you said from a week ago. And don't get me started on when he feels you have wronged his person. Ay, it's the looks and the attitude of a petty teen that hasn't quite mastered pettiness yet, but still gots it. Yes, gots it.
All day I've been thinking about it, and how easily it came out. How perfectly executed it was. He's my favorite son. Yeah, he's my only son, but he's just so accidentally cool.
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