So an article I co-wrote about estate planning for calestateplanning.com came out in the local newspaper today. I showed one of the boys my picture and story. "Why are you in the newspaper, Mommy?"
"Because I wrote an article."
"Congratulations! Good job!" (Wow, it must be all those ABA therapy sessions where you get praised for doing something right)
He runs off and comes back with something in his hand.
"Here's a light mace for you because you were in the newspaper." He hands me something he's made and had been playing with. It's a piece of paper that he had rolled up, attached some yarn to one end, and to the other yarn end had attached a plastic silver thingamajig. For those of you who need a refresher in Middle Age weapons, a mace is usually a club with spikes on it or in my case, a small club attached to a chain and a giant ball full of spikes on it.
"You said a mace is your favorite weapon."
It made my day that one of my little boys was so happy for me and gave me one of his favorite playthings.
