Further Adventures of Wilma and Eli

Wilma's 9-year-old son is a delightful child. He is a creative thinker and analyst. And, like his grandmother (me), he loves to use new vocabulary. Tonight he confided to his mother that he felt "conflicted." When she asked him why, he replied, "Wipeout and Harry Potter are on TV at the very same time tonight!"

Earlier today, as they were reading together, the subject of pigs came up. He commented to his mom, "You know, I've touched a real pig before." Of course, she asked what the pig felt like when he touched it. He replied, "It was soft -- like this chair. No, that's not it. It was soft UNDERNEATH but a little fuzzy on the top -- like your legs!!"

Wednesday he confided to his sisters that his favorite day of the week is Wednesday. They were curious, so he continued, "It's sausage and biscuit day for school breakfast - AND it is my day to sit in the front seat in the car (they take turns riding shotgun.) - And it is the night that the best TV shows come on."

One day last week, Eli told Wilma that they were studying family histories in Social Studies. He asked, "I need to know what my "hair tidge" is." At her raised eyebrows, he continued, "You know, are we German or something?" The word "heritage" will pop in more conversations soon!

As the family drove home from a long basketball practice recently, Eli yawned. Then he said, "Good Morning, Judge! Oh, wait a minute. What's a 'good morning judge'? Is it a hiccup? a burp? A yawn or what?"

I love that child!

The Agonies of Love - 4th Grade Style

Wilma observed her 9-year-old son interacting with his good friend, Lizzy, at the Middle School basketball game. While their sisters played ball, Lizzy and Eli shared popcorn, laughed together, and shot goals during halftime. They always seemed to have so much fun during ballgames and at their sisters' practices. After the game, Wilma teased Eli, "You should dump Zahra and ask Lizzie out." Eli and Zahra had been "going together" for several months. Eli solemnly answered his mother, "Mom, I'm just not good at dumping girls. (sigh) I just have to wait til they dump ME."

In this true story, the names have been changed to protect this writer from the wrath of grandchildren.