I still call home almost every morning before the kids leave for school. Partly to make sure Rick hasn’t overslept and not gotten them up, but mostly to wish them all a good day and remind them of what is going on after school that day.
Mallory, who is seven weeks deep in her French class, always answers the phone with a perfect “Bonjour! Comment ça va?”, and I always have to dig waaaaaaay back to high school French to remember “Tres bien, et tu?”. Sometimes I slip and say “bueno” and get scolded for responding in Spanish when we are so obviously having a French conversation.
She then asks if I want to talk to her brother and she yells “CAAAARRRSSSOOOONNNNN!!!!!! DO YOU WANT TO TALK TO MOM?????”. Sometimes he responds, sometimes he doesn’t. So I’ll either talk to him then, or he’ll call me when he’s having breakfast, etc. I always ask him if he had good sleeps and any good dreams, etc.
But when I don’t start off with those questions, he prompts me to ask him. Like this morning when he said:
So, are you going to ask me THOSE questions?
This morning he sounded so bored and like he totally always humors me by answering “those” questions. I was DYING it was so funny.
I like mornings like these WAY better than the mornings where one or two children call me in tears over some injustice inflicted on them by their sibling or dad or the world.