Despite all the whininess and crankiness, Randall can be surprisingly good and flexible sometimes, like today when I couldn’t find a parking spot near the restaurant and decided to settle with a lot that was only for bank customers, thinking the passenger wouldn’t find out. But then I heard him say,
“You can’t park here. If the police comes, our car will be towed away.”
“It’s probably fine. It’s just for a few minutes.” I tried to convince him, knowing he would collapse if I couldn’t.
“You can park there, mom.” he continued, pointing to the square across the street, “There’s a lot of space over there.”
I looked. Indeed.
The graduation was not quite graduation. The fun went on into the summer — the field trips, the water play, the fitness sessions. We moved here a year ago. Randall probably doesn’t recall how he struggled to recognize the simplest words. Now he has become such a good reader. And after shifting from the police team, to the polite team and eventually to the space team, Randall is all ready to take off, to move on to kindergarten. But this is no time to say goodbye.
R: What’s the brand of our house?
M: Our house doesn’t have a brand.
R: But our neighbor’s house does. It’s ADT.
“When I grow up, I wanna be a police officer”.
Of course there’s other big dreams too, including being a wonder woman.
Randall has been talking and dreaming so much about his 5th birthday. So here comes our busy birthday weekend: a celebration at school on Friday, setting up the trampoline on Saturday, and inviting his friend, Anthony, to play with him on Sunday. And that marks the start of daylight savings time and Spring in Chicago.
Randall has officially been to a movie theater for movies now! It went quite well except that he cried when it came to Georgy being taken away by the bad guys. After coming home, he keeps singing “there is no way to go but up.”
Randall: Were you guys good friends when you were kids?
Mom: No. We knew each other after we grew up.
Randall: Then what?
Mom: Then we became friends. We got married, and then we have you.
Randall: OK, I’ll do that, too.
Mom: Do what?
Randall: Get married with Elise.
Mom: When do you plan to get married?
Randall: After I go to college.
Mom: We’ll probably go to New York in a couple of weeks.
Randall: No, in ten weeks.
Mom: No. Just a couple of weeks. A couple means two or three.
Mom: Because it’s our schedule.
Randall: Bendule. It’s our bendule.
Mom: No, schedule!
Randall (laughing): Bendule.
Mom: Ok. It’s our plan.
Randall (laughing even louder): It’s our can.
Randall: How did the doctor cut your belly open?
Mom: Let’s change a topic.
Randall: When can we go to Hawaii again?
Randall was ready to put wheels on his Lego train, when he said, “2 + 2 makes 4.”
“Did you learn that from school?”
“No. From my brain.”
I couldn’t help laughing, while a question stuck in my head: which brain, left or right?