What child is so unaware (or unconcerned?) of where his body is and what it is doing to all objects in its path and wake? Who runs through the house karate chopping everything in sight? Who, in a single run from one end of the house to the other (and that's a short run) can cause a paperbag gingerbread man to lose a leg, the advent chain to nearly the fourth ring from the bottom, and bounce off of countless walls and furniture in the process?
Who walks through a room strewn with papers, toys, pets, projects and other people's feet like Godzilla taking Manhattan? Who just plants those rapidly growing feet of his down anywhere, willy nilly, keeps right on striding, seeming equally unaware of both the sound of breaking plastic and loud shrieks from the owners of formerly hale and healthy toes?
Who, instead of 'handing you' an item you have requested, forces you to catch a surface to air missile in your bare hands (or face, if you were not quick enough)?
Who goes to the store to buy his mother a present and is nearly impossible to steer away from the remote controlled cars which he is sure his Mommy would just love?
Who, when told he needs new shoes because his feet are growing so fast, sticks those feet up in the air and asks "Yep, would you like to smell them? They're really stinky!" Where did that come from?
Who brings his mommy a warm blanket at the end of a long day and says, "Will you snuggle with me?"
Who, when he sees his mommy wincing from the hard pews at church, reaches out and rubs her back?
Who looks like an angel when he kneels to say his prayers?
At first I thought you were speaking of the Cherub. I was reminded for one bittersweet moment of how excited she once got when I gave her a hug. Karate chopping seemed a good description of her more exhuberant moments. I'll take the other back-rubbing angel, though, too. :)
ReplyDeleteWow, you just described our tornado.. ummm... Boy, I meant Boy. He is a mini-wrecking machine, yet cries during sensitive moments in movies and books, and at 8yo still isn't too big for Mommy or Daddy's lap. Aren't boys an adventure? ;-)
ReplyDeleteI didn't realize you had met Butch, Sundance and Toddler. When did you sneak into our house unsuspected?
ReplyDeleteThe joy of sons!!!!!!!!
Wait... what are you doing with Spuddy Buddy? He's mine!
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After experiencing four brothers who karate chopped everything and climbed the doorways with their shirts off, I said, No Boys For Me...and after our first four were girls, I thought maybe it would be true. It's funny how you start wanting something when you think you can't have it. When you've had a pack of girls first, the male really stands out doesn't he? None of this "It's their environment that makes a difference" nonsense can be believed by us!
ReplyDeleteI was going to say "Shaft!" but then realized that would be a typical Dad-response.
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