Oh, by the way, today the number is 5. Did you guess it?
So my son and I were eating tacos as he was telling me the difference between the Star Wars clone trooper in the white helmet and the Star Wars clone trooper in the white helmet with a red stripe. (I still don't get it) When all of the sudden, he made a request.
"Mom, I want a diary."
"Really?" I was surprised. My son likes to read, but rarely write. "That's awesome, dude. But for a boy, let's call it a journal."
"Well," he scratched at his head. "How about on the front I write diary-slash-journal?"
"Um... okay. I guess you can do that." Me and my husband exchanged a look.
"What do you want a journal for, buddy?" his father asked.
"Diary-slash-journal. I want a place to keep my secrets."
And honestly, it never occured to me that at seven, my son HAD any secrets. My mind started reeling. Thinking of all the possible second grade stories that he wasn't sharing with me. Maybe it was about a girl. Maybe he was being bullied. Maybe it was something so awful he could never talk about it!
"Why are you keeping secrets?" I demanded.
He shrugged. "I just want to write about how much Sophie annoys me."
Sigh. Crisis avoided. But now I know that I will be one of those moms that reads their kid's diary-slash-journal. Does that make me a bad person????