I ran across this when finding the other two posts about moving, and it gave me a happy giggle. I like giggling about Ethan, so I thought I'd share it too. Boys!
When is a rack not a rack?
by Leigh Range on Wednesday, February 11, 2009 at 1:11pm
This is one of those moments that I wanted to remember about my dear, sweet 13 year old son when he is older and complaining about his own children doing stupid things.
Ethan is home sick from school today, and actually wanted to do some science homework on the computer. Unfortunately, he's grounded from everything in life, so I had to break down and tell him where my laptop was hidden.
I told him to go into my closet and look on top of the lower rack on the left. Not too hard, right? For some reason he was struggling with these directions. After several rounds of, "I don't see it!" followed by me saying, "ok, there's a top rack, and a bottom rack. It's on top of the bottom rack." We each kept repeating these responses, and I'm wondering what part of his brain Ethan had actually damaged in his sleep somehow. I mean, the closet isn't THAT big, and we did determine that he was actually looking on the left side of the closet as instructed, what could the problem possibly be? Finally, after I rather forcefully repeated the top rack, bottom rack line again. He found it. Whew! Good lord! So I say, "Why on earth couldn't you find it before?" To which he responded, "Well, when you say RACK, I think BOOBS!" What???????
I proceeded to inform him that he was a complete idiot! His response to that was, "No, I'm just a 13 year old boy! To me, that's what a rack is." Oh I get it now, I'm thinking, because surely it would have made sense that I'd tell him to go to the closet and look on top of the lower BOOBS on the left side! Right?
When did we go from this:
to this?
Ethan is home sick from school today, and actually wanted to do some science homework on the computer. Unfortunately, he's grounded from everything in life, so I had to break down and tell him where my laptop was hidden.
I told him to go into my closet and look on top of the lower rack on the left. Not too hard, right? For some reason he was struggling with these directions. After several rounds of, "I don't see it!" followed by me saying, "ok, there's a top rack, and a bottom rack. It's on top of the bottom rack." We each kept repeating these responses, and I'm wondering what part of his brain Ethan had actually damaged in his sleep somehow. I mean, the closet isn't THAT big, and we did determine that he was actually looking on the left side of the closet as instructed, what could the problem possibly be? Finally, after I rather forcefully repeated the top rack, bottom rack line again. He found it. Whew! Good lord! So I say, "Why on earth couldn't you find it before?" To which he responded, "Well, when you say RACK, I think BOOBS!" What???????
I proceeded to inform him that he was a complete idiot! His response to that was, "No, I'm just a 13 year old boy! To me, that's what a rack is." Oh I get it now, I'm thinking, because surely it would have made sense that I'd tell him to go to the closet and look on top of the lower BOOBS on the left side! Right?
When did we go from this:
Ethan at 6 months
Who, me?
Oh if he were only this easy now!!! I miss those days, but now know that he had already been exposed to ugliness and evil. Bless him. That sweet child is still in there, but he's scared and hurt. I pray daily that he will fieel the confidence to come back out.
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