My Son Wants to Change His Name

Tonight my son Jack told me, "Mumma, I don't like my name. I'm not Jack. I want people to call me Mr. Jelly." At the time, he was sitting on the throne (we call the toilet the throne: everyone needs to do their duty to the porcelain God.) Jack wanted to hold hands for moral support while doing his particular duty, and naturally I was obliged to do my duty and help him. Though Jack is long past potty training, he occasionally asks me to accompany him to the potty (another one of the words it's okay to say when you're in a bathroom) to relieve the boredom of going to the throne alone.

I said, "Okay Jack, henceforth you shall be known as Mr. Jelly." He looked at me, laughed, and said, "No mumma, that doesn't sound like me. I'm not Mr. Jelly. I think I'm just Jack. I'm just so sad..."

"Why are you sad about being Jack? I like you're name. I named you Jack." Though I've always liked the name, it does sort of remind me of a soap opera character from As the World Turns. Maybe I was wrong to name my son after a soap actor. This must be karma coming back to punish me for being just that shallow.

"I'm not sad about being Jack. I'm sad that I'm all out of my transformer toothpaste. I reaallly miss my transformer toothpaste. And my spiderman toothbrush. Ohhh..." Jack said. He sounded like a man forlorn. How could life be so cruel? His name was Jack and he was all out of transformer toothpaste. What was he to do?

"Jack, your spiderman toothbrush fell into the toilet and your transformer toothpaste was empty. Can you survive this way? Can you be happy with kids crest, a dinosaur toothbrush, and your real name? Can you do this for Mumma?"

"Don't call me Jack. Call me Mr. Jelly."

Fun

Oh, this is so fun. I wonder what this will look like? Lord, look at me. I'm blogging. Blogging on my own blog. Blogging with my students who are blogging with me. We are blog bffls. Blogging where no bloggers have gone before. Throwing out our number two pencils. Tossing out those spiral bound notebooks, recycling our paper, and saving the rainforest, one blog at a time. Isn't this brilliant? I'm brilliant. I'm so glad I had this idea. And thanks to my tech savvy students for showing me how to log in (Seth) and add photos (Meg). With a little know how I may actually blog something extraordinary.

First let me say, what neat blogs you have my dear students. All the better to see you with. (Do you get it?  Little Red Riding Hood told the wolf dressed up as grandma what large eyes you have and he said all the better to see you with.) Can't believe you guys didn't make that connection quicker. Anyway, back to the point. I'm really pumped about reading your random posts, stray thoughts, happy moments, workout routines, portal entries, princess pageantry, love poems, and what not. Actually, I think it might just make my day, and it's been a doozy let me tell you. My second day of missing a run (=cranky) and some form of warmed up chicken craparol for supper. The kids are sleeping and I've got twenty odd pages of reading to slog through. But enough about slogging, I'm blogging yo.


For fun I thought I might add some photos as a pick me up. Don't forget to read each other's work and comment, too. It's nice to converse. Some of our blogs will be prompted (meaning I'll ask you a question/thought about writing) so stay tuned bloggers. And may the keys keep tapping.

Here's my hunk. Don't be jealous. Literary marvels like this only come around once in a blue blog.

Addie drew this picture of me a couple years ago. Striking resemblance, isn't it?

Some sassy chicks I know.
Best girls ever.