Before having Sam, I never really bought into gender stereotypes about girls and boys. Now I get it. Oh, do I ever! Ah, the communication — or the lack thereof. He tells me NOTHING about school. Really — absolutely nothing. I ask, “How was your day?”
He responds, “The usual.”
“Well, what’s the usual?” I ask.
“Just the usual,” he maintains. Nope, I’m not getting a dang thing out of him, at most an offbeat mention of a kid who holding up the class line or interfering with his LEGO building during center time. (The nerve!)
A friend’s son is one of Sam’s buddies in class. While we were chatting one day, she mentioned something in passing about her son having thrown up at school the week before — in the middle of lunch no less.
“WHAT?! I never heard that?” I exclaimed. Heck, Sam and her son eat at the same table across from each other! How could anyone miss that one? So when Sam came home from school that day, I asked him, “Did your friend throw up at lunch?”
“Yeah,” he answered, all nonchalant. Then a few beats later, he continued, “I WATCHED him throw up at lunch.” And off he sauntered to construct his twelfth LEGO creation of the day. (It’s a game.)
Then again this week I found out this same friend of his had been out sick all week long with pneumonia. “Did you know that your friend has been sick all week?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sometimes he comes in during the mornings.”
End of questioning.
It’s a good thing he’s a boy because he’d never make it as a girl.
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