Gabe bit his tongue at lunch today and whimpered about it. I told him that he should probably chew more slowly so that doesn’t happen again. His reaction? “But I wanted to be a zombie!” 
Mind you, this was right after he told me that he wanted to be “that guy in the boulder movie” (Indiana Jones), but “how will I get to the moon then?” I told him that I don’t think Indiana actually ever went into space, and he said, “That gives me an idea.” He won’t tell me what it is, though; it’s “a secret, and we can only tell Sam.”
It’s interesting to talk to him, but with older kids around him so much, he comes out with stuff that I never heard from Sam at this age. A lady came by us and greeted him, and he gave her his, “Can I have a speak with you?” line. She knelt down, and he told her the story about the spider being on his car window. I guess she didn’t look impressed enough, because he frowned and said, “And it was a tarantula! And it ate my bed!” She giggled, and he looked even more perturbed. I mean, really; what’s a kid got to do to make people squeal in fear these days?
Tough life out there, it seems, for a young man. Perhaps some day I’ll get to find out the whole truth of it; as we were leaving the gym this morning, he was breathlessly regaling me with everything he’d done in the kid care room, and he concluded with, “Doesn’t that sound so exciting?” I agreed, and he said, “Maybe when you grow up, you’ll get to try it, too.”
