On Fridays I pick up Sam and we go to the local comic book and video store, before going to get Marcel. It is becoming a cherished ritual most weeks, thanks to the introduction of Miles Morales this fall. I find that I need to get each issue the moment it comes out, and Sam loves poking around the store. Talk about a literacy teacher’s dream date.
He gets to pick out his own comic book, his reward for all his hard work at school. I’m miserable at creating meaningful rituals around life passages, or holidays. But, I do a nice job creating things like this which we might do for the next ten years. Each time we go the ritual expands. This time Sam requested we get a slice of greasy pizza between the two stops. What a great chance for me to read this issue out loud to him. It is our way of exhaling and changing gears into weekend mode. I have found it grounds us both.
This evening, when it was time for story I came across this beautiful sight:
When I came back with the camera, Sam asked me what a W-E-D-G-I-E was. Then he turned a few pages back and pointed out the following scene:
He cracked a huge smile and said; “See Mom, Bart can kiss his girlfriend and he isn’t 18!”
“Well Baby,” I answered in my sassy Mama voice, “Bart doesn’t live under my roof!” And then I smiled and threatened to turn off the light. So much for putting off television until his teen years?