Monday, September 15, 2008

Why 8-yr-old Boys Should Be Grief Therapists

Today in the car on the way home from school:

Diana (giddy with cookie-induced happiness and the beautiful weather): "I'm so glad to be alive!"
Gus: "Yes, but we all die eventually."
Diana: "Well, my grandfather lived to be 100 and Pop's grandmother lived to be 105, so you have good longevity genes."
Gus: "Yes, but Grandma died when she was 73."
Diana (gulp): "That's true. I wish she lived to be 100."
Gus: "Yeah, then she'd be alive today!"
Diana (getting weepy), wistfully: "That would be the best....." (tears starting to roll...)

From the back seat, THUNDEROUS BELCH and "Ex..." THUNDEROUS BELCH "...cuse...." THUNDEROUS BELCH "...me!!!"

I then laughed so hard I actually did start crying. He belched all the way home and demanded that I rate each belch from 1-10. And thus ended my session with my grief therapist.

3 Comments:

Blogger CurlyGirl said...

Maybe he could come work with me. That is a most unusual yet effective technique (brutal honesty followed by distracting flatulence!)

12:25 PM  
OpenID jenjerpeach2 said...

direct, concise and effective, yet distracting and humorous. what more could you ask for?

2:05 PM  
Blogger diana said...

cg - yes, don't you want to incorporate this technique into your work? You have a lot of 8-yr-old boys that would respond well to it.

jjp - he could write a book!

8:48 AM  

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