April 15, 2014 at 10:50 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 4 months.
Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go to the Vanderbilt scrimmage game, which we actually missed because we were hanging way too long at a new vegan café we discovered thanks to a Groupon… you were being quiet and happy over at the window sill.
Finally, you announced to Mommy and me:
“Look, I’m killing this bug!”
Turns out, the thing was already dead. So I guess what you meant to say was that you were dissecting the bug… by smashing it with a vanilla-scented candle.
(All while wearing your “Just Like Daddy” t-shirt.)
Little black legs were everywhere.
I let you have your fun- after all, you’re a boy. You’re supposed to scrape up your elbows and knees… and make messes.
Granted, I don’t have to teach you to do this. You just naturally know where to find the right environment.
Again, I support it. You need to be a boy.
But it goes without saying that I provided you with the handheld vacuum cleaner and made you suck up all the loose bug body parts.
Then Sunday night while Mommy and I were preparing dinner, again you were being quiet and happy… the perfect combination for you to find trouble.
You had discovered some candy that you were supposed to save until Easter. Yeah, Mommy and I caught you “brown handed,” underneath your chair.
But we were laughing way too hard to be the least bit upset with you.
Besides, whether you had that non-approved candy then or on Easter, I guess it doesn’t really matter anyway. Delaying the sugar rush only to add it to the jackpot on Easter doesn’t make much sense, I guess.
Being a boy is fun. Discover your world. I will be there to laugh with you. And sometimes, at you.
Can you blame me?