“Dad, I have good news, and I have bad news” the five year old boy told me as he sat down at the breakfast table this morning.
The first thoughts of “listen up, here comes the blog fodder for the day” were accurate of course. Just the humor in hearing my five year old attempt to prepare me for what came next was fun enough.
“The good news is that you get to sit by me for breakfast this morning (short pause) and the bad news is that I don’t know where I can sit so that Mom can sit by me for dinner.”
I think I responded with something about focusing on the good news, but I can’t be too sure… it was early.
