Mac Chats

Tonight’s conversations to stall bedtime were deep and beautiful.  Mom, when I grow bigger, will I still be me? Will it still be my body? Will it still be my face? I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself. I keep making bad choices.  Sniff. We had good conversation about both topics. 

I started out with some bad choices today. Then I got it together, became a good guy, and made good choices! 

Mac: Knock knock Miah: Who’s there? Mac: Jimmy Miah: Jimmy who? Mac: Jimmy, the guy knocking on the door!

If you go too fast, the police take your license and throw you in jail. But not me. Just you guys. I wasn’t driving. 

Mom! I’m going to draw your name. Ready?

(On our way to school. Miah gets in the driver seat. I sit shotgun) Mac: Guys. Switch. Mom can drive and dad can be the passenger.  (We shrug and switch seats) Mac: Ok. Now mom can drive fast.  😂🤣

Me: Did you like the amusement park and hotel?! Mac: Yeah! It’s a treat for little boys who don’t say “fuck” True.