Luke has been asking about fidget spinners. For better or worse I have a reaction to anything that is “faddish”, but boy do I remember how exciting it feels to be a part of something that springs up out of nowhere. The other day my reservations were welcomed when Luke came up and said,

“Want to see the fidget spinner I made”

Yes, yes, yes, I do.

Then, knowing that Luke is preoccupied with ways to make money (he currently saves all bottles that have a redemption value, even if it means transporting them across the country), I made the casual comment, “Luke, I bet you could sell those fidget spinners you are making”.

That lead to this:

Interestingly enough he said he wanted them to be free, because he felt awkward asking for money for them? Perhaps not the best business plan, but it made me love him all the more.

He still refers to it as selling.

I have never even considered that my mother had a childish side to her. It has always been locked away behind adult preoccupations.

Now she is 92 years old and I am amazed at how she reacts to Luke and Lily, joyous, playful, loving.

Yesterday I watched her play with Luke and a balloon,

and when Luke did his two favorite magic tricks she was suitably amazed.

1. The missing finger sliding on the hand trick, to which she declared: “That one gets me every time!”
2. For the levitating cup trick, she had no words, just “wow!”

   

All I have is wow for the whole thing, children rule!