Sore wrist / sore ego

Vern wakes up and immediately puts on Superman's wrist brace. He has had a fascination with this brace since Superman began wearing it last week.

I notice he has it on and say, "You can't wear that to school."

Prompt reply from Vern, "Oh yes I can."

Superman hears and jumps into the conversation, "Take off my wrist band now. I need to wear it at work."

Vern, "NO. I need to wear it. I hurt my wrist."

Superman, "Take off my wrist band now."

V, "NO!"

S, "Take it off, you can wear a bandage."

V, "NO!"

S,  "Take off my wrist band now."

You are getting the picture here right? This goes on for a few more rounds.

Finally near the end of this Tet-a-Tet Vern says, "The school nurse TOLD me to wear it today."

S, "Oh should I call the nurse today and see what she has to say about this?"

V, "She told me to go to the doctor and to wear the brace."

S, "OK, I will call and get her side of the story later today."

Vern hands back the brace and lets me put an ace-like bandage on his wrist.

The Chicken or the Egg?

It has been a while since we had a good Vern story. Well here is one that has been going on over the last week or so.

Out of the blue a week or so ago Vern says, "You know mom, I was hatched."

I of course jump all over that with "No, I was there when you were born. You were definitely born. I felt every second of it."

To which he replies, "Mom you birthed an egg and then I used my temporary beak to break out."

Me: "Oh for GOSH SAKES where do you get this stuff?"

Vern: "It's real mom I swear. I remember it because I have a photographic memory from back then."

Me: "OK, sure but I know you were born."


Move on to a few days later...

We are driving in the car and I remark to Superman about Vern being hatched from an egg. He laughs and says "Ya, I heard that the other night and had a good laugh."

I say, "You know I don't know how they could have attached that device to his head though a shell and not crack the shell itself?"

From the back of the vehicle, "Well you know the shell DID crack.  I just quit arguing because I know I was hatched and I didn't want to argue with mom any more."

More laughter.  That is our Vern!

 

Alligator meat!

Vern was in quite the talkative mood the other night.  We had beef ribs for dinner. We are not a big fan of beef ribs but this is the last of the side of beef we had and sometimes we have to eat the cuts we don't like as a family.

I tried to find a decent piece for Vern to have. I cut off the fat (a huge task) and tried to make it edible with BBQ sauce and nice accompaniments of mashed potatoes, green beans, and home made bread.  He did ok but still complained of it being toooooooo chewy and why do we have to eat this. Why can't he just have another piece of bread....bla bla bla.

Then he starts talking about all this different kinds of meat he has tried. 

"...and guess what I have even tried ALLIGATOR!"

"When did you try that - over at the wild game feed?" (they attended one for the boy scouts the previous Friday.)

"Oh no mom, at dad's house!"

"Really?"

"Yes, he got it in the mail or something. Really mom he has some." 
(I think he was trying to convince me his dad went out and captured this alligator on his own.)

(Now remember we live in the midwest where there is narry an alligator nor any other reptile of the sort that could survive our winters.)

"And you tried it?"

"Well not really but he has some!"

At this point I burst out laughing at his fabulous story telling abilities.  I do hope he blogs or is published when he is an adult.

Introductions

This is my son Vern. He is very much a handful. I should have blogged about him years ago as he always has a story. He is 8 years old and yes that is an assumed name. I have to protect him being the good mom I am
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We live in the midwest and I will be sharing with you stories of his life. Please check back often for the latest stories.

The Mom.