“Best Sunday EVER!”

These were the sing-song words of Simon this evening as he danced around the house in the likeness of a slaphappy leprechaun.

Bear in mind that Sundays are normally the day of darkness and despair in the narrative of Simon’s life. The ritual begins first thing on Saturday morning:

“Is tomorrow…gulp…

(dry heave, dramatic eye rolling, heavy sigh)

SUN-DAY?!”

“Do I HAVE to go to church? I HATE church! It’s too long, it’s boring and there’s NOTHING TO EAT!”

-followed by an hourly reminder that if we make him go to church he will NOT like it and parents who love their children do not subject them to the horrors of things like SUN-DAY!

…for 24 hours…

Needless to say I am intrigued by tonight’s exuberant declaration.

“What made this Sunday better than the rest?” ask I…

“Well, first of all, they LIKED me at church because I behaved myself!”

Ah, yes- we’re off to a good start.

“Second of all, they even called me to play one of the games during singing time because they liked me SO much!”

…getting better…

“Third of all, I got to play video games when I got home from church because I was SO good!”

…yes, of course…

“And fourth of all- now this is the BEST part-

I got to have this AMAZING wave in my hair again!”

(exaggerated wave-like hand gesture, more leprechaun dancing)

This is the stuff of dreams I tell you.

The boy likes to look gooooood.

Call it what you will. I call it progress.