7 is Magic

I have been compelled to return to my blog for the simple reason that my mind is fading fast at age 37 and I cannot trust myself to remember these special conversations for very long. Bob used to record on a little post-it note my quirky "ting-isms" as they would spew forth from God knows where. Just last night, for the cliff hanger of One Tree Hill, the evil protagonist Dan (their version of "J.R."), who had gotten away with killing his brother Keith point-blank, was mid-mouth with a bite of roast when his ex-girlfriend-renewed-flame declared, "Luke doesn't think that Jimmy killed Keith".....

I turned to Bob and said in all seriousness, "It's never good to murder someone."

Getting back to the real meat of this post, I think my son has inherited my knack for saying crazy things. Recently, Connor has really embraced his 7 years with a host of heartfelt exclamations that we have no idea from whence they came:

In reaction to extreme annoyance at my pestering him about doing his homework:
"Mom, I wish I could see the real you, who doesn't boss me around!"

The morning after crying himself to sleep because the snow had melted:
"Dad, sorry I was such a fool about the snow."

And on discussions about world history:
"It's a good thing that when Martin Luther King was killed, they caught the man who shot him...who was the enemy in World War I?"

"World War I started because a man was killed," I answered.

"Was it Martin Luther King?" Connor asked.

"No, it was the Arch Duke Ferdinand," I clarified.

"Was he a very important person?" He asked.

"Actually, " I said, "he wasn't that special, but the countries in Europe used him as an excuse to fight each other."

He thought about it a while before asking,"Was the Arch Duke-guy a lawyer?"