Star Wars for Prayers
Justin and I went to Las Vegas for a wedding this weekend. It was beautiful. And they have this new service where you just donate $60 to a guy at the door for the Fancy Casino Fund (FCF) and head for the pool instead sitting at a smoky slot machine for an hour. Well, they should have that service.
The only problem is now Richie doesn't love me anymore.
I said, "I love you Richie," when we got back.
Total silence.
"Do you still love me?" I asked.
"No, I don't," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Why not?" I asked.
He said, "Well, Ma loves me. And if Ma loves me you can't love me."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because if you both love me, the girl scouts at the block party will kiss me and their mouths will be spicy."
(Meaning that they brush their teeth with Colgate.)
So, at least there is a logical explanation.
I thought this would pass. But this morning Richie said he loved me, only this time, he didn't love Ma (his grandma.)
It's as if he's saying, "Stand in line ladies, there's only one of me and too many of you to count."
So tonight, I tried to give Richie a guilt trip at prayer time.
"God, I pray that Richie will realize that lots of people love him and he can love lots of people," I said.
"And I pray that mommy won't pray that," Richie said.
"And I pray that Richie's prayer will be destroyed," Johnny said.
It was like Star Wars for prayers.
"Um, I don't think it's allowed to pray against or destroy other people's prayers," I said.
"And I pray that mommy won't say that," Richie said.
Well, I guess Vegas isn't the only place where I can't win.
The only problem is now Richie doesn't love me anymore.
I said, "I love you Richie," when we got back.
Total silence.
"Do you still love me?" I asked.
"No, I don't," he said, matter-of-factly.
"Why not?" I asked.
He said, "Well, Ma loves me. And if Ma loves me you can't love me."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because if you both love me, the girl scouts at the block party will kiss me and their mouths will be spicy."
(Meaning that they brush their teeth with Colgate.)
So, at least there is a logical explanation.
I thought this would pass. But this morning Richie said he loved me, only this time, he didn't love Ma (his grandma.)
It's as if he's saying, "Stand in line ladies, there's only one of me and too many of you to count."
So tonight, I tried to give Richie a guilt trip at prayer time.
"God, I pray that Richie will realize that lots of people love him and he can love lots of people," I said.
"And I pray that mommy won't pray that," Richie said.
"And I pray that Richie's prayer will be destroyed," Johnny said.
It was like Star Wars for prayers.
"Um, I don't think it's allowed to pray against or destroy other people's prayers," I said.
"And I pray that mommy won't say that," Richie said.
Well, I guess Vegas isn't the only place where I can't win.
posted by Midwest Mama at 6:58 PM
3 Comments:
I was so hurt when he said he didn't love me. I said, but I love you and Johnny and JJ and mommy and daddy and granddaddy etc. naming the whole family, and the girl scouts aren't kissing me. He said, "Well I can love you in the morning." He also said "the only tomatoe I like is a bananna".
Good Job Richie!
Tell them to wait in line!!
We ALL love Richie!!! He is so funny! How does he come up with that stuff???
erin
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