Friday, April 22, 2011

Hunter-isms...

Just the other day I was going around the house, gathering up clothes for the wash (the clothes hamper apparently has ninja-like invisibility; that's the only way I can account for the boys never seeming to find it). I noticed that Hunter had already taken off his socks, so I asked about them.

"Hunter, where did you put your socks when you took them off?"

Hunter looked at me for a moment, then looked thoughtfully into the distance, then looked back to me and said, "Dad, I regret to inform you that I don't remember where I put my socks."

At least he regretted it.

This reminded me of once when Hunter was just a little bit over three years old.

We were at my mother's house, and Hunter was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing (I can't remember what it was), and his mother told him several times to stop. Being three, and master of his own destiny, Hunter just kept doing whatever it was.

"Hunter," I said. "What did your mother just tell you to do?"

Hunter looked at me. Looked at his mother. Looked at my mother.

Then he looked away, closed his eyes, crossed his arms and said, "I'm not taking any questions right now."

These two statements, made years apart, tell me that Hunter is a natural-born wordsmith, whose gift will one day bring joy to many people, which will bring tears of joy to my eyes.

Or, he's a natural-born politician, which would bring tears of a completely different kind.

Either way, I think the world is in for something.
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Thanks for reading my ranting,

Brad

3 comments:

  1. You should be saving all of these tidbits for a memoir, Brad. ;)

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  2. Yes, I agree with looney! That's awesome!

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