A new, semi-occasional addition to the blog.
(Also known as filler, for those times when I don't know what else to write about)
Matthew is my son.
My only son.
He is the kindest hearted kid you'll ever meet. There is not a malicious bone in his body. I have tremendous affection for Matt.
Matt will stop what he is doing -- whatever he is doing -- if it means he has a chance to spend time with me. I cannot express how that makes me feel, nor can I express the regret that those times are more infrequent than I would like. But the sign of a true friend is that they pick right up where you last left off, regardless of time or distance. Not only is he my only son, but Matthew is also one of my greatest friends.
And he says the funniest things.
I thought I'd share a classic bon mot with you tonight:
The scene: Matthew, age four, has just finished a rigorous day of preschool. I have picked him up, and we're headed home. I ask him what he did in school today. Matthew, who makes an art out of vagueness, nonchalantly responds:
"Today we learned about the "F" word..."
"And then me and a girl did it."
After Sharon and I stop laughing and start breathing again, and after I pull the car out of oncoming traffic, we are able to coax out of a VERY perplexed Matthew that the aforementioned "F" word was, in fact, "Fishing."