Kind of Scary

My mother does an amazing thing. Well, MANY amazing things, but one in particular. She writes a letter to each grandchild on their birthday. Throughout the year, she keeps track of significant things in their lives and our family. Then she tries to capture their little personalities, funny stories, etc.

It really is quite a gift.


Since the baby books aren't particularly up to date.


I'm just sayin'.


Anyway, one of the things she does with the older kids, is to interview them and write down their responses to some questions. Such as . . . favorite food, favorite color, best friend, favorite toy, etc.


It's so fun to have all of this down! Each letter is in plastic sheet protectors and we add them to a three ring binder as she gives them to us. Each child has their own notebook and they love to look through them. They can read about the day they were born, what they were like at 2, etc. She also includes significant world events and leaders.



SO. . .



Last week was Son's (#4) birthday, as you know, and he turned 9.


I was intrigued by the answer to one of the questions my mom asked him.


Grandmother: "What do you and your siblings usually fight over?" (this was a bonus question, I suppose)


Son #4: "Nothing. We just fight for fun."


Grandmother: "Why is it fun?"


Son #4: "Because you get to beat them up and they get to beat you up."

And THAT explains a alot.