We played Sorry this morning...Jacob and I. After a long and glorious battle, I did get my four yellow pieces HOME before he did, so according to the rules of the game, I won. He is still learning lessons on being a good sport about things, but I think the fact that he broke the top off his little red piece helped remind him to release anger in a milder way. I'm glad we're still friends and can keep picking on each other. He's the little brother I never had--annoyances and all. I love it. "Mooooom, Jacob said my face looked like a bull-dog..." That was last week.
He picked up a stray balloon after our game ended, and I showed him how to rub it on his head to create static. He was freaked and scared he was going to get shocked. But, once I stuck the balloon to the ceiling and it stayed all of 30 seconds, he figured it was worth a shot. I bet he is still walking around the house rubbing that white balloon with the magic marker-ed face on his head and sticking it on random things.
The breakfast dishes were still sitting there, so I begin doing them as he talks to me with his never-ending questions. I turn on the radio to a country station, since that's how I roll, and the first song to come on was one unfamiliar to me. He got silent when he first heard it, then lit up after the first line and eagerly exclaimed that this was one of his favorite songs! I smiled and wondered why, since it started leaning towards the romance side of country. He started quietly singing the chorus to himself and seemed lost in a little world of his own. He looked at me, finally, and said, "Mama said that this song reminds her of Daddy....." My heart melted. His mother left Jacob's dad for a boyfriend in town. The divorce was finalized a few months ago. No wonder Jacob has this song on his list of favorites. He's eight. He misses his parents love almost as much as his father does.
Why do people throw love away?
So Daddy, stop leavin'
and Mama, be loyal.
'cause when you stop believin'
your love is worth fighting for
you destroy that little kid's world.
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That is a sweet/sad story. Is this the Jacob I know? [Hoping I remembered the right name] If so, I'm impressed that he was able to sit through an entire game of Sorry. I guess the "Squirrel!" effect wasn't... in effect.
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