My almost five-year-old came home from school the other day chattering away like a little bird. Never was I so happy to see his cherub like face, along with his older brother and his spray of freckles. Like so many others, my heart has been broken by the devastation that took place on Friday. Feeling sad and relieved to see their beautiful faces, it took me a minute to understand what he was talking to his father and brother about.
When I asked him to clarify, he said “I saaaaiiiidddd… when I get my tonsils back, I can get that othfer passenger car for my train set.”
Completely puzzled, I had to think for a minute and asked “What do you mean,’When you get your tonsils back’ honey?”
“You know momma, after Christmas when we get our tonsils back.”
My husband looked at me for interpretation. I sat there for a second thinking “tonsils what the hell?”… “Ooooohhh… you mean when we get our TAXES back.”
He said with complete exasperation, “Yeah, taxes… that’s what I’m talkin’ bout.”
From the mouths of babes.