Z, Reintroduced

You may have forgotten that I even have kids, as I haven't written about them in a amazingly long time.

I'll reintroduce you.

We have our eldest, Z, who is exaggeratedly encouraging and just, um, really nice.

This morning, he said, "S, I like your hair. I like that rubber band in it". The thing is, S did have a rubber band in her hair, hanging there from the day before, loose and not at all holding her hair in place. And the rest of her hair, the stuff not tangled in the rubber band, was hanging in her eyes, making it her hard for her to see her cereal. But apparently, to Z, it looked Bee-u-tee-full! Unless, of course, he just couldn't think of any other compliment at the moment.

We walked into the doctor's office yesterday, and B held the door open for him. Wide-eyed Z said, "Man, you are so strong, dude! I can't believe how strong you are!"

We were waiting to be checked out, and the receptionist was checking her calendar. "I like your, um, um, pen." said Z. Who, besides Z, cares about or notices a blue bic pen anyway?!

We went trick or treating, and Z loved it. But after about six houses, he would walk up to the door and greet the neighbors with the rest of the kids (because he "just wanted to say hi"?!), but when the person would attempt to place a candy in his bag, he would say, "Um, no thanks...I have enough." I DID NOT teach him to ever, ever refuse candy from anyone under any circumstances.

(We had, on the other hand, our business man, B trying to do trade-ups, "Can I have that candy instead!?")

And randomly, throughout the day, especially when he can tell I am irritated, Z will say, "Mom, you are a good mom. I love you."

So there ya go. That is Z.

I will re-introduce you to the other three another day.