Tucker came down the stairs with one of his more familiar (read: wears it every damn day if I don’t hide it and just pretend it is in the wash for weeks at a time) t-shirts and he looked well, odd. He was resembling a boy version of Britney Spears in her early years as the strategically tattered shirt which was dangerously short and had become a belly button baring half shirt. It was also tighter than it should be for any non Glee-loving 9 year old boy to be wearing as well. Naturally I assumed I shrunk it in the mystery wash and told him to go upstairs and get another shirt. He did, but when he returned in a different shirt it looked THE SAME. Too tight, too short and weird looking. I stood there…a bit perplexed and I helped him peel the second shirt off. As I tugged the shirt off his head, nearly taking his ears with it, Tucker then asked me “Mom are you honestly surprised they don’t fit?” and I said” Well, yes I am Tucker. So weird. They fit you a few weeks ago”
And then the wisdom of my child was shown to me. He spoke with clarity and using the greatest economy of words to make his point. It was inspired. It was like an Oprah moment. As he spoke I understood the universe for one fleeting moment if only while his wise words hung in the air…
He said…
“Well, get over it. I grew. I am a boy. It is what we do”
I am taking the wise-one school shopping today.
Awesome.
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I hate it when they’re smart an’ stuff. :)