Y at Church Farm – June 2008
I love this one – what can he be thinking about? This is my boy of a million expressions. My boy who, when asked who is his best friend is, says “mama”. My boy who, whenever he sees a sad face in a book or a baby crying, says “that baby cryin ’cause he wants his mama”. In his world, what else could be so upsetting besides missing his mama…his best friend :).
O, on the other hand, has never chosen me to be his best friend…that role has always belonged to one of his peers – Grace, Logan, Emily, William (although yesterday my heart broke a little when he came home from school and told me that William had told him that he didn’t want O to be his friend anymore. That little punk). I am sometimes his favorite person, but never the best friend.
Maybe someday they’ll pick each other for best friends. A girl can hope, right?
Oh, and remember a few weeks back when I went on a rant about how it irritates me when someone I’m not friends with calls me out of the blue for vet advice? Tonight, at 6pm, my son’s and my ENT called me, at home, for advice about his buddy’s dog. I don’t even know this Dr’s first name, y’all! He must have looked up my home phone number from our medical records at his office. Is this, or is this not an INAPPROPRIATE thing to do?
Of course I acted like it was totally fine, and gave him the best advice I had, which was to tell his buddy that it would, IN NO WAY, be a good idea for him to try to pull out one of his dog’s molars with a pair of pliers, at home, with or without boot-legged anesthesia.