The Awakening

Wednesday morning, Blake and I dropped Hunter off at his second day of middle-school orientation, and then headed home.

It was fairly early in the morning, and Blake fell asleep mid-way through asking if he could play the Wii when we got home.

I enjoyed the rest of the ride in the all-too-rare moment of silence that I have come to cherish, and as we pulled into the driveway, told Blake it was time to wake up.

Now, here comes the interesting bit.

A normal seven-year-old would probably have answered with "Ok", or "I'm awake".  Even a snarky seven-year-old (and it should come as no surprise to you that Blake sometimes has an almost professional level of snark) would probably respond with "Okay, okay, sheesh, I'm awake".

Not my kid.

He wakes up, gets out of the car, looks at me through the open window and says--in total seriousness and without any indication that he was playing around:

"I...have...awakened..."

This may not surprise you, but I found this both amusing, and somewhat ominous.

You may remember that Blake has admitted himself to be the devil---not a devil, mind you, but the devil--and I couldn't help but wonder what part of him had awakened, and what might happen to me if I didn't get him into the house and fix his waffles, like, now.

I sacrificed the waffles to him, my soul was spared, and we went on to have a fairly normal (for this house, anyway) day with deceptively normal conversations and lots of Wii.

It should be noted, however, that I'm not overly fond of "normal".

Which is good, 'cause I know with this kid, normal ain't comin' round much...
************************************************

Thanks for reading my ranting,

Brad