Son & Dad: Girls, Legos, the Homeless

PIC: Basil at a recent Astros game. The smile is actually from the fact that his sister, MC, had texted me saying that the UPS man had just delivered his latest set of Legos!

The other night, while we were out delivering St Phanourios Bread …

SON: Dad … girls are weird.

DAD: M-hmm.

SON: Sometimes they smile at you like they like you … Then, the next day, they look at you like they hate you.

DAD: Yep. That’s the way they are …

SON: I mean, they might smile at you like they like you … and then 15 minutes later they look at you like they hate you!

DAD: Yep …

SON: Not even that! They might look at you one minute like they like you — and the very next minute like they hate your guts!

DAD: That’s the way they are, son …

* * * About 15 minutes later * * *

SON: Dad, what did you think of me when I was born?

DAD: ?

SON: I mean, what did you think I would be like?

DAD: I love you more today than I did on that day. I love you no matter what you become.

Pause

SON: What if I become homeless?

Pause

DAD: You’ll always be my son … I’ll always love you.

(Or, as Fr Joseph Shahda later said I could have told him: “As long as I’m alive, you’ll always have a home.”)

Thanks God for eleven year old boys (and that I no longer am one!)