Lewis and Della went on a little hike the other day. They took snacks in a backpack and played for hours in the sun at the base of a cliff near our house. They are good together. Lewis gets to be the big brother. Della is a friend, and not just the littlest, for awhile. I trust them both.
They came home tired and happy. Lewis pulled two beat up soda cans out of his pack and sat down at the table with paper and pen. He wrote about their day at the cliff and drew some funny illustrations. Della helped him. And then he penned this proclamation. See above. Which is weird.
And placed it in a prominent position for all to behold. Don't touch this, he said.
I'm not even thinking about touching it, Lewis. I said.
What does it all mean? Not jack, I'm guessing.
But, it is one of those funny reminders that briefly opens the window on the ways of a child, and shows me that I can't always presume to understand what makes my child tick, and that sometimes the best tack is to step back, and open the door for them to explore and meander and just 'be' on their own.
Lewis obviously came home with a strong shot of swagger.
And to quote Martha. "That's a good thing."
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