ENCOURAGED IN HEART

With all this “the girls” talking, it serves me right…the boomerang effect is clearly in full swing.

Jake had off from school yesterday, but certainly received a different kind of education. While Cal was in school, Jake and I went on a jeans replacement hunt. It seems Jake’s bare knees get intensely jealous about being all covered up and do their plum best to, as quickly as possible, poke out from inside his jeans and let the world bask in their patella-ness. (This is why I kick the Finkster’s behind in Scrabble often, my ability to make (up) words!)

After being scolded in the dressing room for requesting Jake to take his off his old pants, “Shhhhh, don’t say that so loud Mom!”

“Say what?”

“Pants.”

“What am I supposed to call em’ honey?!?”

Silently, Jake changed into his new clothes that cover his hiney and legs (some call them pants…but not me, at least in a dressing room with Jake). We found the new pairs and moments off of my scolding, Jake inquired, “Why is that little girl’s head bald?” I quickly replied, “Shhhh, I’ll tell you at lunch babe.”

It seems the Fink Fam has some “shhhhhhhoooshing” issues.

Not even a minute later, Jake inquires, “What are your lucky charms?”

“Your what?”

Jake pointed.

“I’ll tell you at lunch babe.”

We paid for the jeans and exited the store where we passed the Lottery dispenser. “What is this all about Momma?”

“Good question honey,” and explained the lotto process…we had enough already on the lunch discussions agenda.

We walked down to have our special lunch date where I filled Jake in. Before we ate, we prayed for the little bald girl, that God would heal her body and that people who saw her, would be kind and not make fun of her bald head.

During our lunch, I explained what the “lucky charms” shirt meant. The light went on and Jake nearly spit his pizza out and replied, “I have too many things to remember right now!”

You’re not the only one kiddo…I can’t say “pants” in a dressing room.

So Jake saw my artistic ability from yesterday and asked could we do a little work with this shirt. And, who am I to deny my child a “computer lab exercise” on a day when he’s not offered academia?

Of his own accord, and with the spelling assistance of his tutor, Jake sent the Finkster this email yesterday with the following attachment:

To Dad the Gorgeous,

Love,
Jake and Mom.

School was “in session” yesterday as an education was had by all…as well as a belly full of laughs!