Hanging in my laundry room, next to the door that is the traffic center of the universe our house, there hangs a white board for writing notes to each other.
Adam–take lunch money.
Sometimes entire conversations take place.
Hubs u r hot. I like u.
(Babe, so r u.)
(Mom and dad u r gross.)
Occasionally I use the space to write a pithy little quote I've found, one that will, I'm sure, plant gentle seeds of truth and wisdom in the hearts of my children and grow forever and ever, amen. (Do not disdain the use of pithy little quotes as an important
parenting tool. After all, not a single one of us ever jumped off a
cliff when our friend did, nor did we count our chickens before they
were hatched, so there you go.)
I posted this one a few days ago:
The twelve-year-old, (he of the endless eating of protein), had a response:
(Yes, it's changing the subject and it's cheeky, but a boy can get away with a lot when he has the good sense to employ parallel sentence structure.)