Nobody looks this happy when they just had twins and an appendectomy in two rolls.
“Mom? Do you want to get married, like RIGHT away, or later?”
“Mom? How many babies should I have?”
“Mom? Would you get a baby OR a promotion? Which?”
I don’t know kid. I’ve asked these questions so many times…
Also: “Mom, would you get a sports car, or twins?”
I’ve asked that one too. Along with:
“When the babies come, do we need to make more money?”
“I have a baby girl! Should I have more?”
And this zinger:
“I just got a mansion and a wife, so do I buy a yacht or a sports car too?”
My kids are obsessed with Life. The game, not the actual breathing thing. They play it for HOURS on our living room floor, and I do my walking-over-them Mom thing with my usual laundry baskets and cleaning supplies. I have even vacuumed around their game and usually the vacuum makes them all nervous and they bark at it, but no one twitched.
Ok, wait. No barking, but you know what I mean. They hate our vacuum. It’s like the one in Mr. Mom only it hasn’t eaten anybody’s Wubbee. Yet.
I guess my point here is that this game is going to save us all before school starts. Even though it generates some really weirdo questions from a seven-year-old.
“Mom, do I get a wife NOW or try sky-diving? Which one is better?”
It’s moments like these that the Snark just quivers and practically begs to be released – free to run at full tilt at my children and take them out at the knees. But no, I quelled the beast, and answered,
“Marriage is better. But only if you really love her. And I would wait until you are good and ready. So, you know, like, your late thirties. Early forties. And, make sure you find her at church and go to like fifty or sixty bible studies together first. Also, YOU CAN ONLY HOLD HANDS THAT’S IT UNTIL YOU’RE MARRIED OK?”
The ask-ee was just staring at me, blinking a lot, when I took a breath. I was fully prepared to go onto my discussion of the pros and cons of an arranged marriage with our friends’ kids, easy-peasy, when he asked,
“Um, didn’t daddy go sky-diving? Back in college? Like, 18 times?”
I took a breath. The arranged marriage discussion would have to wait.
“Yes, kid. Go ahead. Knock yourself out.”
Later, I was explaining all of this to the husband, because all we talk about are The Children.
“I don’t really think the game of Life is actually teaching our kids anything about life, you know, in reality.” I said. You see, I’m very into making sure our children are always playing Educational Games that help Prepare them for the Real World so they can become Positive Contributors to Society.
And then the husband snorted. He knew the previous paragraph was hooey. “Yea right. Like Uno is helping them become better at flip flopping. And so, politics.”
“Or Monopoly teaches them about weird real estate options. And jail.”
“Or Battleship trains them for the military. Or drowning.”
I eyed him. His snark was so weak in comparison to mine. But he was trying. It was kind of cute. Except for the last one. That’s depressing.
Bless his heart.
The kids go back to school in a week and three days. Not that I’m counting.
I am really good at counting though. Played a lot of Yahtzee as a kid.
This post was brought to you by:
Not enough caffeine, a ridiculous lack of focus, and a strong love for my children but Lord have mercy if you don’t hear from me again you’ll know they’ve gone feral.
I was watching Steve the cat this morning. I was sitting on my couch, waiting for my child to figure out how to dress himself because he forgets up until 8 am. He also forgets how to eat, brush his teeth and walk in a purposeful way. But that’s another post for another day.
