Reading with my evil genius photo

He Is The Definition Of Moxie

I’m playing soccer with my son. We are on opposing teams playing GET THE BALL AWAY FROM THE OTHER TEAM because when we play with fake goals, mine seems to move a lot.

We’re intense and giggling and soaking up the warm sun.

He kicks the ball off a tree and into the liriope. We both change directions to run after it. Actually, I’m running towards the ball while he’s running to me.

My son matches my pace and whispers: I love you, my sweet lady.

I slow down to look at him in his 5-year-old body, strong and fast but still off-balance enough to have grass stains, with hair a touch too long and a smile that lights up a room. And I think about all the love we have shown him for him to be able to say something so sweet to me out of the blue.

I smile and say: I love you, my sweet baby.

E lands on the ball and starts a low heheheh as I catch up.

E: My plan worked.

Me: What plan?

E: The plan to make you think I was on your team.

Me: And how did you make me think I was on your team?

E: By saying, “I love you, my sweet lady.”


Well, until he tries the same trick in the same game against the same opponent. Although I’d happily fall for it every time, he probably needs to expand his repertoire from complimenting me and pretending to have a house phone.

Reading with my evil genius photo
Don't tell anyone but evil geniuses still like when sweet ladies read to them.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

8 thoughts to “He Is The Definition Of Moxie”

  1. Preparing for world takeover right now by E. Holy cow! Pure genius and sweetie-pie all at the same time. A perfect 5 year old boy concoction. :O)

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