dad?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Daddy,” my son piped in, “you know how I’m gonna mess you up? You know how if
you drop a light bulb on the ground it breaks everywhere? That’s how I’m gonna mess
you up!”
“Ouch,” I said. “You guys are mean.”
I looked at my children’s mother. She was enjoying the conversation. She was also
secretly hoping that no one messed up her son or daughter. Give me a few more years and
they should be able to take care of themselves.
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I love this story. I am a sister of three brothers, now a mother of three sons. And the husband makes four. At our house we don't seem to mess anyone up. Here it is said, "I AM GOING TO REIGN ALL OVER YOU !!! " The wrestling and chaos then ensue. Until somebody cries.
What a delightful story. My grandson, who is ten years old not, did a repeat of conversation on me when he was about four or five years old. At that time he was riding in a booster seat in the back of the car. Whenever I would say something to him, which would require acute listening, I would say to him, "read my lips". Never thought that phrase would come back to haunt me. By chance it did, while riding to somewhere or from somewhere, he made a comment, that I can not remember, I didn't hear him and quite naturally, he said, "Grammy, read my lips". I looked at him in the rear view mirror and he said it again. I almost pulled over so that I could unleash the laughter from my chest. He looked at me and smiled. I do wish I could remember what he said, which would complete this story.
This story was too cute! I could actually see you two in traffic! Great job putting on the creative daddy hat!!!
Cute. I mailed it to my hubby. :)
What a sweet story. It reminds me of a rainy day game I played with my 4 yr. old niece. We squared off at opposite sides of Grandma's coffee table and proceeded to have an "insult contest." It was quite a bit of creative fun to listen to a 4 yr. find put downs to say. It was all good until I told her she smelled like a puppy and that's when she picked up the waste basket and told me to jump in!!! In mock "shock" I told her my feelings were hurt and I needed to know she didn't mean it. She proceeded hold my hand, tell me it was just a game and don't be mad because she was sorry and didn't want to hurt my feelings. But she also told me she won our game!!"
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