Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Merrick 911



The Matron has frequently blogged about her youngest son:  the gun-wielding, dog-loving, tree-climbing, school-shunning, mud-wrestling man on the left.  A family inclined toward art, literature, music and libraries, has learned to incorporate this:





Note:  the Matron took this picture while following Merrick and READING on her Kindle.  That's what she does in nature.  He looks for the best shot.

Here and there, the Matron wonders if she's wrong about her youngest.  Perhaps he's a poet?  An artist in the rough?    An intellectual in-the-making?

Recent Merrick developments, however, have ignited some Matronly alarms.  First, Merrick has taken to COFFEE.   Black.   Started with a tiny sip and has now evolved into daily battles over the entire pot.    His parents allow him a slim half cup in the mornings.  

Merrick, to his mother while being picked up at school:  "Can we go out for coffee?"

He also likes doughnuts and asks to lick the rims of his father's empty beer bottles.  The Matron just hopes that he skips the drunk part and goes right to AA.   He appears ready.

Further alarms.  From time to time, the Matron visits her daughter's facebook page.  This is what she found there yesterday:

   "I walk into the kitchen and Merrick is sitting there reading the paper and eating cereal.
                     Merrick:  I'm never gonna live in a house.  Waste of money.
                     Me (Scarlett):  Where are you gonna live?
                     Merrick:  Well, I'll most likely get arrest for some driving-relating thing.  Going through
                                                a red light, too many parking tickets, speeding . . .
                     Me:   But where are you going to live?
                     Merrick:  Oh, Scarlett .  . Jail, DUH.


See?  It's not just the Matron's imagination.  Merrick is resigned to his life of crime and his sister has begun the process of documentation.  This may come in handy for the social worker.

The Matron's oldest son -- acutely aware of and largely sharing his mother's feminist bent -- has taken to calling her "babe."      She brings him snacks while he's studying and he says "Thanks, babe."   Two words, limitless irony and sharp humor.

This is all lost on Merrick.

Merrick:  "If he calls you babe, I get to call you Missy!"

Matron:  "You're nine years old.  You cannot call your mother Missy."

Merrick:  "Chick?"

Matron:  "Only if you promise not to sleep in your clothes again tonight."

Merrick:  "Two chicks and a missy for one night in pajamas."

Matron:  "Deal."

Today, there is a Show and Tell Gala for third-graders in Merrick's classroom.  Here's what he's bringing, minus the gun.




The gas mask isn't just a shelf item.  He actually wears it around the house, the way other people put on flip-flops.

He has also recently acquired an app that serves like a police scanner, allowing him to follow some sort of dispatch from the St. Paul police.    This now occupies much of his time and attention.

Merrick:  "If you get on the scanner and the police are chasing you, is that being famous?"

And the Matron wonders why she's never invited back to offer friendly optimistic advice at those early childhood parenting classes.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

omg You are living inside a screwball comedy.

Robyn said...

Modern Family has nothing on you! so much beter than being boring!

Suburban Correspondent said...

He's a 50-year-old survivalist living in a 9-year-old's body. It's awesome. I would definitely get him interested in the military - it beats jail.

Minnesota Matron said...

Suburban: the army is starting to sound like a place where he'll get beauty rest. Interestingly, I initially misread 'survivalist' for journalist. Freud reigns - but maybe he'll make a great foreign correspondent to war zones, if such exist when he's grown!

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

That kid would fit in swimmingly well around here. B just got a BB gun for his great grades this past school year, T wears camouflage at every opportunity and G sleeps in a box. I think that cute Merrick has a special dose of testosterone mixed with independence and imagination.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I have one son that just finished his Wilderness Rescue Certification and another who spent every penny he made taking care of the neighbors' dogs on ammunition.

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

The bargaining? My #3 son did that type of thing at Merrick's age, although for H-J, it was all about dessert. Son #4 prefers outdoors, camo, camping, and sleeping in his clothes.