Already Clean

Shawna woke Gentry this morning, started the shower, and told him to undress and hop in-that he had to hurry to make it to church on time. Then she came into the kitchen and talked for a few minutes to Kevin and me as Kevin ate his third bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

After ten minutes or so, she went back to check on Gentry.

"Bubs!" I heard her exclaim, "What are you doing? Why aren't you in the shower?"

He was sitting naked on the bathroom floor, leaning back resting against the cabinet face.

"I don't have to take a showah," he said.

"Why not?" Shawna asked.

"Because," he replied, clearly exasperated, "I checked my feet and theow cwean."

Happy Birthday Bubs

Today Gentry celebrates five years of wonder-filled, action-packed life.

I don't think he's a MyndFood reader. He's far too busy doing boy things like climbing trees; making dog poop and sand soup (no, I've never tried it); riding his "scootow" or his "skatebowd"; playing with his "caws" (he doesn't really play cars; he lines them up in virtual parking lots. I think he might be destined to be either a Valet or a parking structure designer); or playing with (or drawing) guns (if the parking career doesn't work out, he'll likely choose some career requiring ownership of firearms-which scare me to death).

Having spent the last five years living in close proximity, I'm firmly convinced that character is not formed over time. It pre-exists, and is merely uncovered over time.
And so much has been uncovered already within Gentry. He has more character and personality than most educated adults I know.

I pray he never loses it.

I love you Bubs (even though you're not reading this)! Have a wonderfully boyish birthday!