Glad for the Odd Ones

Halen was putting on his Cars pajamas this evening when he told me that when the boys at school saw his Cars socks last year, they made fun of him and accused him of liking the movie Cars.

“Really?” I asked. “What did you tell them after that?”

“I said I didn’t like Cars. Besides, I liked Cars 2 better, so that’s why they shouldn’t make fun of me. And anyway, they were the only socks I could find that morning.” Halen’s lip momentarily sank at the memory. Then, shrugging, he concluded, “I guess I should be thankful for what I have, though.” I liked how he tagged that unrelated moral onto the story.

Perhaps I need to mention to Halen’s grandmother that he’s getting a little too old to wear cartoon characters on his clothes. Kids need to blend into their school surroundings as much as possible to avoid trauma, no? Only adults like the odd kids. In immature social circles, oddity demands punishment.

Too bad. 

I guess I should be thankful for what I have, though.