Drew, whether intentionally or not, provokes thought, interest, laughter, on occasion parental chagrin with his questions, supposings, and outlook on life, living, and all things Drew. His questioning mind and willingness to say or ask anything that comes to mind has most definitely led to more than a fair share of, shall we say, moments in time.
At the beach last week, Drew and several cousins spent a late evening playing Pictionary. Drew took a card and quickly announced that he didn't know if he could draw this one. When an adult cousin asked what his card was, Drew responded, "biological clock." Drew was hastily allowed to draw another card. I was simply relieved my precocious prepubescent son didn't think to draw his mother!
I was reminded of a "drawing" memory from Drew's four year preschool when he came home with an assignment to draw his family. Of course, Drew's artistic endeavor started with Daddy. With Drew, everything always and still today begins and ends with Daddy. After all, his Daddy calls Drew his "number one youngest son in the whole wide world," and the sentiment is most decidedly mutual. But back to the preschool art, retribution was sweet this time as Drew's immediate first question was, "Mommy, how do you draw a bald spot?" (I must admit that I found more humor in that than the daddy with the bald spot did.)
We rode through my sister's beautiful North Carolina neighborhood recently. As my mind drifted and we passed a huge and imposing home, Drew announced, "Mommy, the White House isn't white anymore!" Startled back from, well from wherever I was, I prepared to launch the requisite lecture on being politically correct and culturally sensitive. Before I could begin, Drew pointed out the car window and said, "Look, that house was white last time we were here. It's tan now." Whew.....one less lecture to deliver.
Drew and I recently watched Jaws. I know, I know, it is probably a little intense for a ten year old. I shouldn't admit that Drew has loved this movie since he was about six. At some point as we watched, the unmistakable Jaws musical score started. Drew shouted, "Mommy, something bad is about to happen. Something bad always happens when that music starts." Drew paused, then said, "I wish that music started whenever I was about to do something bad." As do I, Drew. As do I.
Drew's great fascination with sharks, dinosaurs, and other predators has been characteristic of him since his early years. I arrived for a parent teacher conference during Drew's first grade year to learn that when he and his young classmates were asked to draw their favorite animals, Drew's choice stood quite alone. Amidst the puppies and kittens and goldfish and teddy bears was Drew's favorite....a killer whale.....complete with properly spelled tag line. "Should I be concerned?" I asked the tired teacher. "No, no," she responded. "Drew is a sweetheart." Indeed, a sweetheart with a thing for stegosauruses, and yes, he can spell it!
I remember telling Drew a few years back that his Aunt "Anna" was going dogsledding. Without hesitating, Drew asked, "Sadie or Bogey?" Now, Bogey and Sadie were and are Anna's slightly spoiled, positively pampered, quite beloved beagles. Bogey must be about 15 years old (only a slight exaggeration) and Sadie so low to the ground that I 'pawsitively' cannot imagine a less likely or more incompetent dogsledding pair. But Drew was sure one or the other or both must be pulling that Colorado slider!
I am quite certain I will never lack for blog material or for that matter for the pure joy of the world according to Drew if I simply watch and wait for the next Drewism. Bring it on, Drew!
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