Monk

Self-Portrait of a Monk

My Baby Bug stole my phone. Decided to take almost forty pictures with it. I guess he's a photographer too?

I don't know what quite to think about him. He cries during a gun fight on Wanted (I cried too but only because the movie was so horrible) but then wants to buy Cloverfield because he feels bad for the alien monsters.
The dog next door barks. A lot. It's some mean looking pit or bull dog or something. Nothing we do can make the evil thing shut up. My son strolls up to it. Growls like a T-Rex and the dog just sat and stared at him. He doesn't bark at him anymore.

Then there's his "Brother named Simon". My Goo-boo and him are twin brothers. My son is 6, his brother named Simon is 30 last time we checked (??). Apparently, according to my boy, his brother named Simon created the Earth and all that is on it. He created it for all of to live on and be happy. So I'm guessing my son's imaginary friend is God?
He's asked that we start praying before we eat dinner and asks questions about why Jesus was crucified (he actually knew that word!) and if we could move into the clouds to live with them.
My family and I are not religious people. We're not church goers and we really don't crucifixes lying around the house. I have no idea where he's getting this information and it's kind of weird. So now we call him the monk.
He even shaved his head.


I don't understand possesive jealousy.
My boss once talked to an ex-girlfriend. Merely platonic. And his wife not only freaked out on him but called this woman up and ripped her a new one. Basically he was no longer to have any relationship with another female (other than his mom) without her permission. I don't understand it.
My husband's ex destroyed all his photos of his girlfriends past.
She tried to make me angry, it was really funny.
She sent a bunch of photos from their wedding and honeymoon. About a week later, she calls and says "I'm so sorry, there were pictures from our honeymoon in there. Oh, I hope she wasn't jealous."
My husband smiled, "Nope, she made them into a scrapbook."

Your past is your past, and it's over. Accept, move on.