Tonight we went to the fireworks. We had *front row* seats on the roof of a high rise condo. My kids were pretty excited when they heard we were going. However, we discovered that my poor son did NOT like the fireworks, at all. It has been a couple of years since we've been anywhere near fireworks and I honestly thought he would have gotten over his fear. He could not be convinced that they weren't going to land on us. Neither was he impressed with the noise.
Earlier today, this son-o-mine spent quite a bit of time constructing a new building. He then called me to come into his room to see the finished product.
"Do you know what it is, mom?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "Why don't you tell me."
"It's a saloon," he answered.
"What is a saloon?" I asked.
"It's a place where you go to relax and have a drink," he replied.
"Where did you hear about saloons?" I asked.
"On Freddi Fish and the Hogfish Rustlers," he explained. (One of his favourite CD's).
Later on, after talking about his newly constructed saloon to my niece, I asked him to tell me exactly what drinks were served in a saloon.
"Coke. Water. Orange juice. Strawberry juice. AND Banana juice," he answered.
Then my heart was comforted. His innocence wasn't shattered after all.
Until my *stinky* niece told him to make sure he told our pastor about his wonderful saloon.......
Looks like I'll have some 'splaining to do.