I might, just possibly, maybe, kind of…talk about blogs a lot. To my family. And while my husband tolerates my blog-talk (while secretly wishing I’d talk about something else, I’m sure, such as my grand plans to thoroughly clean the house - which don’t exist, by the way), C., my 7-year-old, absorbs all the blogginess I can dish out. He asks me what I’m going to blog about next, he regularly reads my posts, and he knows all about the blogs I visit.

Last week, I showed him this post by Jules at Everyday Mommy, because he’s been interested in Rube Goldberg machines lately, so I thought he’d appreciate seeing another kid’s adventures in constructing them. The next day he said, “Mom, whose son was it who made that Rube Goldberg machine?” “Everyday Mommy’s son,” I answered. “Oh…[pause]…for some reason I thought it was BooMama’s son. Or maybe Rocks in My Dryer’s son.” All the blogs are starting to meld together in his mind, I suppose. But the important thing is that the names of blogs roll off his tongue as easily as requests for candy.

I’ve created a monster nerd wonderful child who appreciates the treasures and benefits inherent in the reading and writing of blogs.

C. is also fascinated by the weekly memes that I participate in: Works for Me Wednesday, Thursday Thirteen, Everyday Things. He loves the fact that tons of people all over the blogosphere are doing the same kinds of posts on the same day. And he especially loves the fact that they all started with someone’s good idea and blossomed into…well, phenomena. To him, this is the American Dream.

So recently, he had an idea.

C: Mom, I think you should start your own blog thing to do on a certain day of the week. Like Works for Me Wednesday. And then lots of people will do your idea. Maybe you could do something on Saturdays.

Me: Well…I’m not sure I can come up with a brilliant idea. And even if I did, I’m not sure how many people would participate.

C: Yeah well, first you’ll have to make your blog more popular.

Me: And how should I go about doing that?

C: You need to write better posts.

Well.

And here I thought that he admired my blogging ability. I thought he harbored sentiments like, my mom is the best blog-writer ever. But apparently, he sees lots of room for improvement. Hmph.

All right, C., I’ll keep working at making my posts better. And someday, far in the future, when that brilliant weekly meme idea comes to me in a dream, maybe I’ll try to start it. Maybe. And you, darling boy, can be my agent and handle all the bloggy publicity while keeping me on track for improvement. And keeping me humble, of course. There’s nothing better than a child when it comes to keeping one humble. :)