Best, Worst, Funniest and AM RADIO

I think one trick to keeping things in perspective, is the day end review that I do with Jaden.

I picked this game up while watching a friend do this with her kids at dinner time; she asks the kids, and her spouse, The Worst and Best of the day.

Each child had an opportunity to tell the worst, and best, of their day. And we went around the table each person taking their moment to recount an awful, and spectacular moment of the day.

Ooo's and aaahhh's can accompany these moments.

J and I had to take it a step further, however, and add: The Funniest. Because in our situation, there is a lot of funny. The problem with this pillow talk review of the day's events, is that we are starting to indulge our "story".

Instead of a simple bad/good account, we are ending up with some fish tales.

For instance, Jaden's "worst" was coming down the slide and hitting his lip. The fact it gave him a fat, purple lip, didn't stop there. It moprhed into Mark Twainesque quality the second time around. (the first was when he came in the door and then of course for Best/Worst/ Funniest at bedtime)

The second time around, he not only hit the edge of the slide, but he was flipped off several feet into the air and landed head first into a mound of fresh powder snow.

"It impacted my eyes. [the snow]. And then it went up into my brain, giving me a brain freeze."

His best: getting honorable mentions on his handwriting- without even trying- by his teacher. All while going to school, sick he said casuallyl.

All the positive feedback is making him want to be a better little man. Which made a "best" for me today cause I felt really awful sending him out into the blizzard today with his annoying, hacking cough.

He pointed out it may disturb the class, I pointed out that he'd just blend in.

His Second Best: we got to listen to our very own Grizz play Highland in Poky tonight. At first he balked at this old school version of taking in the game. He whined that we never go to games.

But pretty soon he was hearing the familiar names over the radio, the DJ's play by play announcing, and the cheer of the Skyline crowd at an away game. I had microwaved pop corn and as we knelt under the am coverage, I told him about the olden days- when entertainment was ONLY found by listening to the radio.

His video game loving eyes almost popped like the corn kernals he was eating. I decided to let him count the time spent listening to the game, towards the "mind" jar we fill with rice grains.

It took some serious concentration and he did need to put into perspective the fact that sometimes, ya can't make all the games.