Speechless

Often in life there is that one person who leaves you speechless after they say something. Sometimes it is funny, sometimes there is disbelief, sometimes you just don't know how to follow the comment. For me that is my dear Dawson.

Although he is only 5, when I repeat some of the stories to people, I always hear the comment, "you should write a book." Well, I can guarantee that is not in my future, but I do want to remember some of the things he has said. Of course, they are never as funny in print as hearing them, but I hope that when I look back, I will hear his voice saying them and smile.

The most recent happened tonight. James and I went out to a movie and the neighbor's fiance came over to watch the boys for us. When we got home she told us that when the boys were supposed to be brushing their teeth, she kept hearing Dawson scream, "it's impossible!" After a couple times, she went to see what he was talking about and turned the corner to find both of my children trying to lick their elbows. I am so proud. :)

Also, tonight my when Dawson was in the shower, we found him with shaving cream on his eyebrows getting ready to "shave" them because he said he saw me, "pulling mine out." I explained to him that only girls do that and the boys are supposed to have all of their eyebrows.

Then there was last weekend when James took me away for an overnight getaway. The boys didn't know it was coming either (he thought they'd blow the surprise) so we were a little worried about how they did. When we got home, I gave Dawson a big hug and told him how much I missed him to which he replied, "I didn't miss you." Knowing he likes dad more than me, that didn't surprise me much, but then he piped up and said, "but don't worry, I didn't miss dad either." Fabulous.

Then there is the incidents (yep, more than one) that involve my boys, scissors and their clothes. Last year, Colton cut a hole in the leg of his shorts. For no particular reason. Three weeks ago, he came home from school and had cut a slit in the leg of his shorts. I guess he is practicing restraint. Last week though, Dawson came home and had cut a hole in his jeans. Only his was a little more obvious. When I picked him up from school, all I could see were his underwear. Oh yeah, he cut a quarter size hole right in the crotch of his jeans. Then there was today. We walk in the door from school and had this conversation:

Dawson: "_____ said you can't cut shoelaces and I told him yes you could."
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Dawson: " ______ said you can't cut shoelaces and I said yes you can. Then he said 'no' and I told him uh-huh."

Right about this time, he is taking off his shoes and untying them only to hand me half of his shoelace.

Dawson: "See ______ cut my shoelace to show me they cut."

Great, now it's not even my own kids cutting their own clothes. They are letting other children in class practice their tailoring skills on them.

The best and worst part is that Dawson has no idea. He is in his own little happy world where none of this matters. He doesn't get half of what he says or does and I think that is the part that makes it even more endearing. I have had such a rough week with looking at his future and trying to decide what path is best for him to take and this just makes me sit back and smile. He is God's son. He is exactly who he is supposed to be. He leaves me speechless most days. And I wouldn't change it if I could!