my precious baby boy

My son turned 11 years old yesterday. While he's frustrating at times, cute as all get out at other times, and funny as can be the others; he's also sweet, and thoughtful, and I'm so proud of how he's growing into a nice respectable young man.

I usually take off from work the day before he leaves for his dad's for the summer (around6 -7 weeks). So we spent 2 days together running errands and preparing for his departure. I had these nail gift certificates I needed to use and decided he would sit there with me and read or play a game or something while I got a pedicure.  I like to go only about every 4 - 6 months, so I enjoy picking a "fun" crazy color, even funky colors. Last visit I chose Blaze Orange, in honor of VDOT or so I could go hunting bare footed! This time I chose Yellow for the sunshine, for summer. 

My son had never been with me before, I usually try to find a lady to go with me, like my mom or a friend. No one was available, so I took my son.  After he saw that I was soaking my feet, he asked if he could soak his. I asked the lady how much would they charge to let him soak his feet and trim his nails.  I had enough for mine and his, so he got a pedicure.

 

 

The funny thing was the lady asked if we wanted color on his toes! I said absolutely not! She explained that some little boy had gotten pink on one foot and black on the other. I simply said No color!  My son was a little upset when she put a clear coat on them, but I explained that no one would be able to tell and it helps protect the nails.

He told the lady that it felt so good, one day when he is an adult, 10 years from now, he would come back and get another one!  Well that was hilarious!

 

I guess you have to be familiar with my son to understand that he just says the funniest things. I know all kids do... whatever... my son really says some interesting, funny, crazy things to people.

 

A different time he was with my mom at McDonalds in Richmond (a city about an hour from where we live in the country) and stood in line behind this man that had piercings all over his face. My son was especially intrigued, and asked the man if that hurt. The man got in his face and glared and said, yeah, it hurt.  My son looked him back in the face and said, well what did you do that for? or Then don't do it!    My mom was pretty amused by this story.

 

 We won't even go through the stories he has told my parents, my grandma, the school!  Things are never boring with my son around.  Only alittle bit when he's gone to his dad's.  I guess I miss him and wanted to share my thoughts. 

 

I hope he will grow up to be a respectable adult, that works hard, dreams big, and makes it happen. I also hope he will grow to have faith in God; to believe in the Lord of Heaven and Earth; to trust God fully.