In a moment of weakness the other morning, I let Carson take some pictures with my special/Jen’s only/no one else can touch/pink camera. Here’s a self-portrait. (I think it’s interesting, because one of my eyes closes more than the other when I smile too.) Do you think he looks a little older? For some reason I do.
Here’s some funny Carson moments this week. First, he and Sydney were on the floor near me in the kitchen. He was playing nicely with her, but put a pillow on top of her head, which she didn’t like. I asked him to stop. He did it again–harder. She cried. I scolded. As I was scolding, he took the pillow, put it on the floor and threw his head on it, bursting into sudden, loud and totally fake sobs.
C: WAaaaaa! Waaaa!
Me: Why are YOU crying?
C: Because! (sniff) I’m just not a very good brother! Aaaaaaaa!
Oh, lordy. I felt like I was back in college with girls crying to each other “I’m so fat!” “I’m so ugly!” just so the nearest red-blooded females would chorus back “You’re NOT fat! You’re thin! You’re pretty!” What a little drama queen he is!
Then at dinner, Carson and I told Dad we took the new van down to Jojo’s to give her a ride.
Trent: Did she like it?
Trent: You didn’t give it to her, did you?!
Carson, smiling: No!
[a few seconds pause]
Carson, able to hold a straight face for a few impressive seconds: Oh no! Dad! I think we left the van at Jojo’s! We lost the NEW VAN!
We were both amused with his attempts at our grown-up style of teasing. At least if he has a career on the stage he can try drama OR comedy.