Yesterday marked a quite shocking day in our Bigley family history. And by that, I mean that Kenny willingly washed the dishes (all by himself) and I caught a football (not even on accident). We checked and sure enough: full moon. That explains everything.
When we were driving home from swim lessons, Kyler was sitting in the passenger seat next to me. We were listening to a CD I'd burned a few days ago, and Kyler suddenly turned up the volume and said, "Oh, I LOVE this!!" I have finally found something that I have in common with my son: music. I had no idea that he liked good music. Up until yesterday, I have only heard him listen to the country radio station and Aerosmith. We embarked upon quite the extended conversation about how brilliant Paul Simon is. Somehow, it turned into Kyler comparing Snoop Dogg to Dr. Seuss. I can't even say exactly how we got to this point, but it really had me confused so I asked, "How are THOSE two alike?" He explained to me that the reason he's a Snoop fan is because he doesn't cuss in his songs. Instead, where you would normally hear a swear word, he just makes up his own word. Dr. Seuss uses this same tactic when he creates an object or character in his books that are not real or at least, not yet created. Yeah...yeah, he's right. I just don't understand how he comes up with this stuff.
Preparing for Mae's upcoming social studies test this morning before school, Mae told me, "First, I'll tell you everything I can remember about this chapter." I thought that was a good idea so I gave her my undivided attention. She began, "You have to be eighteen years old to vote." I nodded, said, "Yep," and sat waiting for her next fact. She said, "And that's all. That's exactly everything I remember about this whole chapter." She was serious. For every missing cell in our (Mae's and my) brains that is supposed to hold memories, Kyler seems to have gotten two. Good thing Mae's test isn't until tomorrow.
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