Jim thinks it's weird that I remember the way my first grade teacher would hug us as we came into class.
He thinks it's weird that I remember the name of a certain boy, in second grade, stealing my vowel squares, so I couldn't make any words. He thinks it's weird that I remember the name of almost every teacher I ever had. He thinks it's weird that I remember books from my childhood in vivid detail.
I think it's weird that he doesn't.
Lately, I've been getting books for Dylan from the library each Monday. This past Monday, when I saw the book "Wacky Wednesday" on the shelf, the memories came rushing back. I'm not sure how old I was when I got the book out from the library, but before I even opened the book, I remembered what was on the first page. I remembered loving the book as a kid. I remembered how silly I thought it was, and how fun I thought it was to try and find all the wacky things on each page. I grabbed it to bring home.
Dylan is a very discerning reader. He will often decide he doesn't even want to look inside a book, simply by looking at the cover. If the book doesn't feature a character he already knows and loves, it might take me a bit on convincing to get him to "allow" me to read it to him. That was the case with this book. But, I know my kid, and all I had to say was, "It's really SILLY!", to get him interested.
At this age, anything that is not quite "right", or that doesn't make sense, is "silly", and usually results in loads of giggles. The book was a hit. After reading it a few bazillion times, he had to make his own "wacky" drawing.
We've also been looking for "wacky" things all around the house. "This huge pile of papers on the kitchen table, where I need to put dinner? Well, that's just WACKY!!", I yell, followed by a round of giggles from my sidekick. "This dustbunny on the floor in the bedroom that could probably eat a small child?! WACKY!" "The fact that I am the only one who seems to understand that the things on the bottom steps are there because they need to go upstairs? WACKY!!"
There's a lot of wacky things going on in this house. I really should have posted this post on Wednesday, instead of a Thursday, but I ran out of time. I'm wacky like that.