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.


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...


Thanks for sharing that...