Tuesday, September 02, 2008

My 6 year old son, budding existentialist?

So a day or so ago, I walked into a room, and my six year old looked a little tense. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Dad," he replied, "I'm not for sure I know who I am."

I paused, briefly, trying to make some sense out of his question. Then I just figured I'd respond directly.

"Well, I do!" I told him. "You're Jacob. You're my son."

He looked up at me, seeming relieved. Then he started talking about Power Rangers.

2 comments:

more cows than people said...

i have moments like that... it's helpful when loved ones put things into perspective and get us back to real life! you're especially good at that!

Katherine E. said...

~smile~

Thanks for sharing that...