I Dint Know He Could Write..

So, my darling son has learned to write. In sentences apparently. His spelling was a tad off but he wrote me the most heartwarming note yesterday. On his V-Tech Computer. Unfortunately, in the technical age, I couldn't file it away for posterity in a memory box although I sure wanted to. I did think about filing the entire V-Tech. For good.

We had been in the kitchen making cookies. The kind he likes - he's the first born son so of course I got him those little reindeer in a cookie things put out by Pillsbury that you throw on a cookie sheet, pop in the oven and then call them done. My kind of a togetherness project. But, as it is also the Christmas season, we set up shop and commenced baking our annual Peruvian Alphahores - a traditional Peruvian cookie. Now, Alphahores does not translate into "Peruvian cookie made in Alpharetta," No, it is actually an old Peruvian word for "you won't believe how much time and effort this is going to take ."

So, after the reindeer cookies had been done for an hour or so, I told the son he could not have a 4th or 5th cookie at that current time as he had not eaten anything else that day and, when his father got home, he would query him on how many cookies he had eaten. If he were to tell the truth, as is his fashion, I might be in the mix again. He appealed, using some pretty good logic but I still said no. So, he went into his play room.

A couple of minutes go by and he comes walking in with his V-Tech computer where he has written me a love note by typing it. I quickly shook off the powdered sugar I was wallowing in to excitedly read what he had written. As he has told me he wants to be a book writer, I knew this was his seminal moment and he needed my full attention and prideful support. Wow, this was apparently the beginning of his career and I would be instrumental in it.

He turned it around so I could see it and asked if I could read what he had written. I was so proud and I leaned in to see "I DINT LIVE MOM". Of course, the son was a tad concerned that he had spelled all of the words correctly. Could I please read it to him? I took a WAG at it and said, " I don't love mom?". Yes, he exclaims with excitement!! He told me he was proud I got it. Then, he asks, would I be so kind as to stop right in the middle of what I was doing to let him know if his spelling was all correct? Apparently, it was quite important to him at this stage to make sure that his writing is technically proficient. So, as the fabulous parent that I am and high on the sugar of at least 10 or so cookies and a whole lot of Diet Dr. Pepper, it seemed like a reasonable thing to do at the time.

However, a little later in the evening as I sat in the middle of a powdered sugar pile and reflected on life, the batteries in the V-Tech somehow just ran out. Odd how that happens. Guess that's what they mean by reindeer games. Next year, I'm thinking it's a big no on the Pillsbury cookies. Geez.