One morning as my five-year-old son, Joseph, headed down the stairs, he began to sing out, “Everything is awesome! Everything is cool!” I interrupted to give him the news of the day. “Joseph, “ I said, “We are going to pick up the floors, pull out the couches, clean out from under them, sweep all of the floors and then wash all of them.”
Joseph continued, “Everything is awe,” he paused, “not awesome.” With as serious of a face as a five-year-old boy can muster, Joseph looked me in the eyes and said, “Mom, did you know that everything is not awesome and cool?”