Stuff Gabe Says

Since I haven't had much time for blogging lately, I thought I might start a column called "Stuff Gabe Says". Of course, I have no idea how to set it up on here, so now it's just a blog posting.

The idea hit me this morning as I was driving Gabe to his phonics class this morning. We are cruising along, singing to the radio and it's just Harrison, Gabe and me in the car. Out of nowhere, Gabe asks "Do flamingos eat crackers?". It is the question that crosses everyone's mind as they drive down Claiborne Avenue in New Orleans. My response, "I don't know about that, but I do know they eat shrimp and that's what makes them pink." (because that's what the plaque at the zoo says) His response, "Do you know what would be awesome? Is if the flamingos ate fish and then they would all turn gray. No one would know what to do".

Uummm....WHAT? I know that's what you are thinking. That's what I was thinking after all. I sheepishly asked, "Why would having gray flamingos be so awesome?" because I am the idiot that engages in this conversation. His response, "It just would be because then they could take over the world." I have to stop the conversation at this point because all I can envision is the smell of the flamingo area at the zoo and I don't want the conversation going there. Harrison is giggling hysterically in the car at this point, and if you have multiple boys you know this fact: giggling almost always leads to farting, snorting, hiccups, etc. This then leads to something I have to clean up, so let's just stop it in it's tracks.

You may need some background on Mr. Gabe. He is my 9 year old who is highly creative and raging with ADHD. It is this magical combination that makes Gabe so awesome. He is very random and you have no idea what he will ever say. He makes outrageous claims and will convince you he's correct. When we were in New York, we were on the subway and Gabe starts talking to some person on the subway, likely a pedophile. He convinces this man that in a past life, he designed and built New York City in 8 months. The man starts to believe him and asks me if it's true. (No, I have no idea what is wrong with people. A 5 year old did not build New York City in a past life. Does one really have to ask this question? So obviously, I told the man that Gabe was correct.) This is Gabe's World.

Gabe's World is a magical place that I would like to visit one day, maybe take an extended vacation or retreat there for a few hours a week. Most of friends will testify to the entertainment value that he has to offer. He is a super cute boy with blonde, curly hair and hazel eyes. He has giant, pouty lips and you can't help but to think he's adorable. His most unique attribute is that he rarely wears clothes. If you drive down my street any time of the year, he is the boy running around in his underwear. He is usually screaming (especially at video games), almost always laughing, making sound effects but definitely fully located in his own world.

I'm certain there will be plenty more stories to share on Gabe. After all, it's only Tuesday and the week is young.