Clay cracks me up. Even when he's being mischievous, that kid makes me snort with laughter. I can't count how many times I've forced a stern look on my face when inside I want to high-five him for making me laugh.
Here's an art project Clay brought home from school the other day. They were learning about Abraham Lincoln for President's Day, so they made a log cabin out of pretzel rods. They were supposed to glue the penny to the window so it looked like Abe was looking out.
Except Clay glued the penny so it looks like the Lincoln Memorial is stuffed inside the log cabin.
"Hey Clay, what happened to your log cabin? It looks like it has suffered some significant termite damage."
"It looks like someone has chewed through some of the logs in the cabin," I explained.
"Oh yeah, um, well, I was hungry."
"You know, we do have non-gluey pretzels here at home, hon."
"I didn't eat too much glue, Mom. See, I just ate the top part off the paper."
"Oh, well in that case. . ." I shook my head. "Remind me to pack you a snack for school tomorrow before you eat your crayons or something."
Then, Clay brought this gem home yesterday.
I looked at it and laughed. "The green dinosaur is eating the other guy's tail and he's looking back like, "DUDE! What are you doing?!"
Clay giggled and started singing, "It's raining BLOOD, hallelujah! It's raining BLOOD, hallelujah!"
Yep, he's perfectly well-adjusted.
But this morning, he presented me with this one when I first woke up.
Don't you adore those "I love you, Mom" drawings? For those of you who have young kids, appreciate those now because, I'm telling you, teens don't generally give you cute drawings that proclaim their undying love. Nope, teens tell you they love you when they want something - money, the car keys, a ride to the mall. . .