What happened Mommy?

I bought a wireless card to put in the computer. Not really sure how it works, but I now have the Internet (though quite unreliable) downstairs. Not yet ready to stop paying $17.00 for the reliable connection upstairs, but having laptop mobility (I think that was the desire of laptops) is nice. So this weekend I have actually gotten a lot more work finished. While Turner watches his movie, I can be writing or, more likely, be grading the endless stack of student essays in my inbox. Seriously! I started grading when my folks were here. It will be three weeks on Wednesday from when students turned in essays and I'm still four away! What happened to that teacher who was too dedicated to her students...oh yeah I remember.



I figure the wireless Internet will enable me to blog more (and increase my tendency to procrastinate. At least this procrastination is worthy as opposed to cleaning house, which really does little good b/c the house will perpetually be dirty). Long preface...sorry.



I am watching my favorite little boy with his hands thrown behind his head, his eyes half closed at 8:07 pm watching Over the Hedge. He wanted to watch his Thomas movie (thanks Ci Ci; we'll bring it home for Christmas and you can sing along to all the songs). I opposed. We compromised (basically I would have let him watch anything but the Thomas movie tonight).



At quiet moments in the movie he looks over at me and asks, "What happened Mommy?" I can sometimes answer. It really doesn't matter if I answer though. I think he just realizes he hasn't spoken for a few minutes and must exercise his voice. No matter what my reply he says "Oh!" Convinced by the wisdom we all know our parents have until we learn it all in our teens and lose it all in our twenties.