Mac Chats

Mac: “Let’s hang this one. It’s cute! Me: Hmmm. Do we know him? Mac: It’s dear Cormac. It’s from when I was a little baby.  🤣😂 Tree trimming. Ornament one.

I come home from my walk to shouting in the house. It is the “boys” running top speed being Storm Troopers shouting “pew pew” as they “pew” (shoot) their “pew-pews” (blasters). Miah: Mac, you go on in. Mac: They’ll get me! Miah: I’ll cover you. Mac: No thank you. I don’t want a costume on.

Cormac: Let me check your spine with my sensor.  Me: 🤨 Ok...  (Rubs the drone remote all over my back) Me: How am I doing, doc? Cormac: Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m your barber.  Me: Good god. 🤣😂

Mac: Can I have a mint? (Altoid) Me: When I stop the car, sure.  Mac: (singing from the backseat) One way or another I’m gonna mintcha, I’m gonna mintcha mintcha mintcha mintcha.  🤦‍♀️

New Hope and Empire done. Today is Jedi. Mac’s reaction to the big reveal: What?! Darth VADER is Luke’s DADDY? 🤯 Well, when you put it like that I guess it is a bit shocking isn’t it? 🤨

Pickup car ride rants with Professor Littleboy/His Royal Muchness.  “Hi! I ate all my food today. I am happy to go home. I love you. I love you mom. Daddy, you brought me a water! Oh! The moon! It’s small. You could pick it up. But it’s too high to reach it. Firemen sing ‘Burning Down the House’. Can I watch a program? Corey Carson?” Phew. 

Despite me having a potty mouth, we made it almost three years without a major swear. Until today.  “Toothbrushes are fucking stupid”

Pickup at school today.  Mac: (running outside with his shirt up) I have paint on my bebo!!!!  Turns to another parent, points out the paint on his belly button.  (in an aside to Miah): “I was painting at school today.”

At pickup. Cormac is rocking crocs ‘n socks because I am trying to let him make more wardrobe decisions. He gets over to the car and while standing in the middle of a puddle, removes his shoes (but not the socks) and chucks them into the open car door.  Me: Why did you take off your shoes?!  Mac: I didn’t want to get them wet.  Me: 🤦‍♀️

 A little lesson in negotiation from the master.  Mac: Tickle me mom? Me: Sure. Belly or back? Mac: Belly. Two minutes. Me: That sounds good. Ok.  Mac: Mom NO!  Me: What?! Mac: I say TWO minutes. Then you say no ONE minute. Then I get two minutes. 

Laying in the leaves by the pond on our walk. Watching the sky. This was before he lost his cool when it was time to go and loudly yelled “I’m not your son” on repeat when we got to the parking area. The other parents seemed amused. I was mortified. But also proud. Totally something I would have done.

  “A big mountain! Don’t worry mom. Follow me. We’ll do this together!”

While we may never be true New Englanders because we weren’t born here, I can rest assured my son is the real deal.  I was just told that our doorknob (which is antique and will take us forever to find a replacement for) is “wicked broken”. 

 alking about age (and apparently time travel) with Mac: Me: How old are you? Mac: I’m twenty today. No. I think.... I think... I think I’m one year old... and... a kitty cat.  Me: I see. How old is daddy? Mac: Daddy is two years ago yesterday.  Me: And how old is mommy? Mac: You’re one like me! Accuracy meter: off the charts incorrect. We don’t even have a cat. But oh such a fun conversation. 🤣😂