The Best Secret Ever, A Secret Re-Defined

I was talking on the phone with my sister. Matthew was with his Daddy in the computer room upstairs. He knew that I was on the phone and since he always wants to talk to people I talk to, he did eventually picked up the phone.

'Hi' - he said.
'I am fantastic' - he answered my sister.
'I have to tell you something, Daddy is doing card for Mommy for Christmas, photo of me' - he is telling my sister (its Ukrainian Christmas today). Whereas, Daddy on the back is telling Matthew that it is a secret.
'It is a secret, Daddy is doing photo of me for Mommy' - he continues to tell her.
'Mommy it is a secret and don't tell anyone' - he told me right after.
'Matthew that is best secret, I will tell no one' - I replied. Matthew hanged up but came back in couple of seconds.
'And I am secretly Superman, okay, I got to go now, bey bey' - and that was it.

The News Guy

Toys, toys everywhere. We live in the toy land. We don't have a big house, so to contain a child in one small place with toys is hard. We gave in and let it be.

This Christmas we treated ourselves with a new television, a flat screen. It was time to take the old beast out. We strapped the new TV to a stand; however, with all the television falling on children stories, we continue to remind Matthew that is dangerous to hover around.

The other day for whatever reason Matthew ran towards the TV with his toy and as we needed a scratch, I raised my voice to prevent him to go any further. Matthew got little shy. I looked at him seriously but I try to explain again in the lower tone.

- 'Matthew you don't want to fall into the TV'- for whatever reason I said that.
- 'And yeah I don't want to be a news guy too' - he replied laughing.
- 'Come here you joker I need to give you a hug and a kiss' - I opened up my arms.