This conversation happened today:
Zack: "Mom, do you remember our old calendar?"
Me: "Yes."
Zack (sadly): "Me too. I loved that calendar. I miss it."
Me: "It was almost exactly the same as this calendar."
Zack: "I know. I just loved that calendar."
Zack doesn't like change. Not even change for the better. This summer we switched out the dining room light fixture. Even though the new one looks better (and is fancier) he misses the old one. It has brought him to tears a few times. I took the old one to the D.I. and told him that the next time we went, we could check and see if it was still there. We don't get to the D.I. very often but when we were watching Napoleon Dynamite the other night I pointed out that Napoleon was shopping at the D.I. Big mistake! That little fact reminded him of the light and how much he misses it and that we haven't been to the D.I to try to recover it. He nearly started crying. It's been 3 months!
Here are some recent changes that bother him:
the widening of Redwood road-- he does not believe in eminent domain
Albertson's becoming Fresh Market
his schedule since starting school-we had to write down a daily schedule to accommodate playing with all his favorite toys, friends and family members
the shelf I moved from his room to my bathroom-I probably should have asked first
my haircut
He pulls junk out of the garbage all the time. I am learning to be more sneaky when I get rid of things. Then I just hope he doesn't remember.
