Politically Incorrect

...some conversation that I can't remember, as usual, but something about a president came up...
Mikayla - Yeah, well, if I were president, every day would be negro day.
Me - Um, see, Mikayla, we don't really refer to them as negroes anymore.
Mikayla - But I will make every day negro day.
Aaric, sighing and rolling his eyes - Mikayla, the times have changed. We don't need a negro day. Mar, um...
Me - Martin Luther King
Aaric - yeah, Martin Luther King has already made lots of speeches and done lots of marches.
Mikayla, interrupting as usual - Aw man! No fair, he got to be president before me!


Speaking of "aw man..."
So, little quick version is that after the skull fracture and my being away from Xander, and then my pregnancy progressing, it all led to a downward spiral that ends with me having very little milk supply left and his latch getting a bit lazy. Now that it actually hurts every time he tries to nurse, I've given up. Philosophically, I'd love to keep going. Physically, I'm done. He still asks a couple times a day, which just breaks my little heart. So, the other night, we're in bed and he says, "mama, I want nursey." And I sigh, and say, "I know honey. But it hurts when you do. You never open up wide anymore, and it's owie, and I don't want to. I don't want to nursey." He let out a big sigh as he flopped back and said, "aw man!"
That kid is a nut.
And, yes, I'm aware of the date. I'm declaring tomorrow his birthday. I'm his mother, I can do that if I want. This year, his birthday is on the 16th. The only thing he knows about the calendar is that it's paper with squares. And since today was rough, I decided to just pretend it's tomorrow.

Aaric, Champion of Those who are Vertical Overachievers

With MLK's birthday being this month, the kids have been talking a lot about him. And we've talked with Aaric some about our nation's past, and discrimination.
So, he was very concerned when he read the door leading into the play area at Chick-fil-a. It said that no one over 50-something inches is allowed to play.
"Hey!" he said with the tone of a child who is greatly offended. "Isn't that just like a long time ago when black people weren't allowed to do the same stuff as everyone else!?"

He was not only unimpressed at my discussion of ensuring the safety of the children and bigger kids/teens tendency to trample the little ones, he was also unconvinced that teenagers would ever be caught dead playing on a playground of all places.

He's so concerned about all the poor, sad, 5 foot tall 6 year olds who won't get to play.