A couple of weeks ago after I had come home from work and I was changing into more casual clothes, Matthew was with me as is typical. He waits for me to come home from work and then is tied to my hip. So I’m changing and I asked him how his day at school was.
“It’s complicated,” he says. That in itself had me laughing. His face was so serious when he said it, as if the weight of the world had been on him. How’d he come up with that word? I’d thought. Well it occurred to me that I’ve used that expression several times in answering him when he’d ask a tough question and I didn’t have a simple answer. Perhaps my wife has used it with him too. I wondered if he really understood what it meant, but perhaps he did.
So after I stopped laughing, I bit and asked, “So what was so complicated?” I imagined a fire drill interrupting class and then had to get back to where they had left off, or some such interruption. “What made it complicated?”
I could see him thinking. “We had to count to twenty.” Hahahahaha!
It's so hard to get him to be serious for a picture.