Flag day

There was no forgetting what Monday was all about in our household. All you needed to do was take one good look at Kyle, and you'd remember that Memorial Day was more than just a day for roasting weenies.

Kyle proudly hung onto Old Glory throughout the holiday. He would walk with it, run with it, and occasionally put it on the chair to stare at with wonder. He ate from his snack cup in the same way Washington would cross the Delaware. Jennifer said it was the most patriotic Memorial Day she's ever experienced.

Kyle has been a big fan of the flag for a long time. His appreciation predates his obsession for balloons, in fact. Everywhere we go, Kyle points out each and every flag he sees - large and small. If I don't acknowledge that Kyle found a flag, he becomes so upset that I have to stop and turn the stroller so that he's facing the flag again. He then points to the flag again, and I say "Oh, yes, Kyle, there's a flag." We usually have to do this a few times a day. We don't get anywhere fast.

I think Kyle's love of country and the flag is to be commended, even though there are times when it does present a problem. He sometimes gets too excited during what should be somber moments, often whenever we pass by flag displays people put outside their homes to remember a beloved veteran. If we're in a quiet setting and Kyle sees a flag, he won't hesitate for a second to exclaim, "FWAG!," prompting those sitting nearby to shake with surprise and then look at us with disgust. If we're standing behind someone during a parade, that person is likely to be hit in the head as Kyle points and shouts "FWAG" at every star-spangled banner that passes by (we didn't go to a Memorial Day parade out of fear that all the flags would make his head explode). Also, in case you didn't notice, Kyle is still having trouble pronouncing the letter "L." Sometimes when Kyle says "flag," he sounds like he's exclaiming a derogatory word that means "cigarette" in Britain. He's come close to getting us into some trouble.

Jennifer and I do get a huge kick out of Kyle's love of flags, as well as his obsession with apple sauce and balloons. While I'm at it, I'll also mention that he's really into bikes. However, I don't see me writing an entry about that, unless he manages to somehow bring a bike home and carry it around the apartment. As for the other stuff, we just find it funny how a little kid can become so attached to an object, he acts as if he cannot live without it. If you take it away from him or if it becomes lost, he'll panic and throw a fit. I mean, how silly is that? Ahh, kids. Someday he'll learn to break free.

Well, that's all for now. See you next week... and if anyone's looking for me, I'll be on Facebook.