Tues. May 5th

We went to 9am Mass today at St. Matthew this morning. I am beginning to get tired of Connor's passion for religion. So very tired, in fact, that I sent an email to our Priest asking him if I ought to be concerned, or if he felt that way as a boy too. Connor's interest seems sincere, but he drives me crazy. Last night Connor was searching for another web design book online, when he came across a Latin Bible for $59.00. He begged and pleaded with me to let him buy it, with his own money. When I pointed out to Connor that he knows very little Latin, he brought me our Latin dictionary and tried to convince me that he could LEARN Latin by comparing the English Bible translation to the new Latin one. Again, I tried to talk him out of it, and I promised to take him to the bookstore today. So, after Math, Chinese, and vocabulary, we headed to Barnes and Noble. On the way, we listened to cassette tapes of Basil Rathbone reading Edgar Allen Poe's short stories. Connor found the set in my bookcase, and he really loves the British accent and the short horror stories. Hmmm, Latin Bible or The Mask of Red Death. Tough call. At B & N Connor found two cool looking non-fiction books to buy, instead of the Latin Bible. The first book is about pirates. Connor and I are both (concurrently, not out loud) reading Treasure Island, and we need to learn more about pirates to understand the book. The second book is about the Knights and castles of the 16th century. He did ask the woman at the bookstore if they had a Latin Bible, but when they didn't, he found (what I think) are more appropriate books. We also picked up Connor's canoe from the YMCA today. Neil, the instructor, said that 3 kids took it out on the creek last week, and she performed beautifully. After the bookstore, we went to Chinese class. Connor drives me nuts there too. He knows all the phrases and answers, and he cannot contain himself long enough to give Austin or me a chance to answer the questions. He just blurts out the answers. I know that it's a lack of maturity, and he will get better as he ages, but by the end of the Chinese class I was frustrated. Being his mother and not a politically correct teacher, I blasted him when we got in the car. "Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! If I can teach you one thing it would be to shut up!" Not so nice, huh? But it's what he needs to hear sometimes I think. Connor is so used to being right and knowing all the answers that he doesn't know how to be quiet and listen to others. Or in this case, give others a chance. Sigh. Tomorrow is another day. God grant me patience!