As I’ve written once before, Jay and I take great fun in pointing out traits we see in our kids that resemble each other. “That’s YOUR kid!” we quip quite often. This week was no exception…
Chica has been taking swimming lessons for the past two weeks at Miller Park. Learning to jump in and go under, sliding down the slide, and conquering the diving board were all highlights. But just as fun for her (and me and Bubba!) were the friends we’ve made through swimming lessons.
After yesterday’s lesson, while we were sitting around drying off, Chica’s friend Levi was so excited about the treasure he had found during the lesson. Her response was priceless.
Levi: Look!!! I found six cents! (You must imagine him saying this with an excitement level 9 or 10.)
Chica: Oh. Well, when you get a dollar, call me. (This with an excitement level pushing 2.)
Levi’s mom and I immediately begin to crack up, but Chica continues…
Chica: Cause if you have a dollar, then we can go to the mall and ride the rides.
Even though Jay wasn’t there, I’m sure he would agree that’s my kid. This is the tell-it-like-it-is kid, matter of factly figuring out a solution to her problem with little regard to the feelings of everybody else. I want to ride the rides, but I need a dollar. When you’ve got a dollar, let’s talk. Love her.
I must admit I’m getting a little nervous for this guy and the upcoming school year. He is square in the middle of being two and a half….pushing the limits in every way imaginable. I’m fearing end of the day conversations with his teachers about screaming when corrected or biting. Ugh. We’re working on it, I promise. He is, at the same time, saying his sweet, “Thank you, Mommy,” or “I’m sorry, Sister,” without being asked.
One morning this week Bubba climbed up in Jay’s desk chair and began to open the drawer with all the fun stuff. (Ex. The permanent markers which he recently used to color all over playing cards that he also found in the fun drawer.)
Jay: Bubba, don’t open that drawer.
Jay: You know there’s nothing in there for you.
Somehow his tiny little brain could compute that there was just enough sarcasm in Daddy’s answer to tell him that he could get away with being funny. This is what Bubba shot back:
Bubba computation was right, and Jay and I both laughed. (Yes, I know, not the best parenting strategy. Working on that too.) But then this happened:
I know I’ve seen Jay make that face and that point a hundred times, usually in all seriousness and not just mocking Bubba. But until I saw them do it one right after the other, I hadn’t put it together that Bubba learned it from him. “That’s YOUR kid! I know where he gets that face now!!!!” More hilarious laughing. Never a dull moment around here.
How about you? Leave me a comment about your latest, “That’s YOUR kid!” moment.