The goodbye years

Today the Bug enters his goodbye to single digits year.  He turns nine years old. 

He loves to read, tell jokes, dabble in magic and science (sometimes seemingly joined in his eyes), draw stick figure comic books, and fortunate for me, still loves to spend time with his grandma.

Goodbye to days when I cuddled a roly-poly baby in my arms and sang our song, “Puff, the Magic Dragon” to him.  He now knows how badly I sing, although he does occasionally sit on my lap.  Goodbye to days when I could spell out words I didn’t want him to hear.  Seems like only yesterday…  “Grandma, I read a book about a little boy who gets kidnapped by his honker,” he claimed over the phone lines.

“His honker?” I said.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Put your mom on the phone,” I said.

The GAP, his mom, was in hysterics.  She had overheard the conversation.  “It was his tutor,” she finally said between the laughs.  “He got kidnapped by his tutor.”

Now the Bug knows more than I do.  He’s read each of the Harry Potter books on his own multiple times.

Goodbye to days when I was tired and could get by sitting quietly on the couch with my arm around him watching a video of Barney romp around the park.  Now it’s, “Grandma, let’s do this” (requiring thinking) or “Grandma, let’s do this” (requiring movement).

So when I got a phone call last week from his mom, the GAP, stating, “Can you take the kids on Logan’s birthday?” I was game.  Seems Mr. Greenjeans, her husband, had surprised her with a couple of desirable concert tickets for that night.  The conversation went something like this.  “You got concert tickets FOR US on your FIRST BORN’s birthday?”  To which Mr. Greenjeans replied, “I thought that date sounded kind of familiar.”  Trust me, he’s not the first man who couldn’t get it right, even when he’s trying!

I wanted the day to be special for the Bug.  Not to be scared by the fact that his parents abandoned him for his 9^th birthday.  :-)

Couponman found a discount — and I’m taking the day off.  We are headed to the Discovery Zone and then onto a night in a hotel with an indoor pool. 

Goodbye sanity, hello wild night!

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