This afternoon, Morgan was playing with his toy cars, re-creating the traffic jams and car wrecks that show up on the traffic report here in Dallas (more on that later). I noticed that Gus (our cat) was playing with one of his toys.
He obliviously plays with his matchbox cars.
“MORGAN!” This time in a squeaky voice because I’m sick and my voice is gone.
“Morgan, I’m talking to you! Look at me!”
Finally, he looks at me.
“Take your toy into your room. Take it away from Gus.”
Well, now he sees his toy is in jeopardy, he moves swiftly to take it away from Gus, depositing it in his room. On his way back, I figure I’ll give something a try.
“Morgan, take care of your bowl.”
This is the remains of a bowl of applesauce he just had. One of his favorites. Amazing! He takes the bowl from the table and puts it in the kitchen next to the sink. I figure I’m on a roll now. Let’s see how far I can take this.
“Morgan, pick up your toys.”
Back to playing with the cars.
“Uh-oh! Cars broken!” he says.
And there he is, setting up little dioramas of his matchbox cars in wreck positions. One car is halfway under an 18-wheeler. Another is on its side. A third is overturned. The rest are lined up in four rows, just like on the highway on TV.
God I love this boy.
Last week was a very strange turn of fate. Last Sunday, Morgan was climbing up on the entertainment center to see what was on top of it. As he was getting down, he accidentally turned on the TV. We have satellite TV, so it was set to channel 4. What was on? Nascar racing. Well, this just grabbed his attention. He immediately sat down and started watching. Now, if you haven’t watched Nascar in a while (or ever, like me) they now have cameras in all the cars, looking forward and behind the cars as they race.
This is what made Morgan’s day. He loves to take his little cars, hold them up to his eye, and imagine that he’s driving the car. The camera view must be just what he imagines when he’s playing with the cars, because he sat still and just watched for a half hour. For the rest of the time, he kept coming back, sitting down right in front of the TV, and sitting for 10 minutes or so, mesmerized.
Now, he’s asking for racing cars on TV all the time. He doesn’t understand that they are only on once a week. Well, now I have to go look up the Nascar schedule so we can watch. You see, as a parent, whenever Morgan shows an active interest in it, I will exploit that interest until it screams for mercy.
“You want to see the racing cars? Pick up your toys”
“Clean your room if you want to see the racing cars.”
And so on.
We found out today that Morgan will be going to a new school next school year. The school district has decided to move all the K-2nd grade children to a different school, and the 3-5th grade children to yet another school. Morgan’s teachers are apparently going to get the really bad cases to work with. They told me that only one of their current students will be staying. They will lose all their other students. Morgan’s teacher said she was very sad to be losing them.
Naturally, this sucks. Morgan loves his school, he loves his teachers and he loves the coach and PE. I’m not happy about it, and Ash is really pissed off. I’m resigned to it, however, while Ash isn’t and probably won’t be for a while.
We’re going to schedule a visit to see what the new school is like, meet the teachers, and perhaps have them meet Morgan. I think we get to visit the school the day before classes start.