lessons from griff

his favorite flavor of ice cream is pistachio.  he wants to be a "mad scientist" when he grows up.  he’ll take broccoli over chocolate any day.  his favorite thing about himself is his "vocabulary".  i have a notebook full of griffen’s words including "dear God please help me to be a better kid so i can show the world what it’s like to follow Jesus." from august of 2006 and a poem he wrote and memorized when he was 5:
egg nog, egg nog
i like it when you make eggs
penguins belong with you
because they like that stuff

the kid either makes perfect sense or none at all.  he is quirky as all get out. 

he was talking to gabe a couple of days ago and he said "gabe you need to learn to be calm.  and if you want to be calm, you need to have a reason to be calm.  what’s your reason?"  a slightly confused and mostly uninterested gabe said "um, i don’t know."  griff replied, "ok, here’s your reason for being calm- you don’t want to hurt your family and friends.  when you’re not calm, you get wild and out of control, so you need to learn how to stay calm.  if you want to be calm, you need to have confidence.  confidence means you know that you’re ok even when everything else is not ok.  so, let’s practice having confidence.  we’re going to play tic-tac-toe."  so they went to play tic-tac-toe and griffen wins and then he says "ok, now you lost, what are you gonna do, say ok or get mad? and gabe says "i think i’ll say, let’s play again" and griffen says, "well, first you have to be ok with losing.  so, are you?" and gabe says "yes, now lets play again."  so a few minutes later, they are in the living room and griffen says "ok, now we’re going to learn about some other things.  let’s say you’re at a store and you want a movie, but you only have a penny.  what do you do, steal it or go home without it?"  and gabe says "just go home".  griff says "good.  now let’s say you’re at a restaurant and there’s a gourmet meal on the menu with all of your favorite ingredients and your family doesn’t order it.  what do you do, whine to mom or eat your other food?"  gabe says "umm, eat my food."  griff says, "good, ok good job gabe, and pats him on the shoulder."   

he’s seven.  his eyes are the color of the ocean on a sunny day.  he inherited my freckles.  he’s a little odd maybe, and he’s kind of intent on being a nerd.  he loves to cook.  he’s mostly oblivious to the world outside of his head.  he’s girl crazy and he has more words than anyone i know, all of which i love.Griffey

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