|He's smiling on the outside, but screaming on the inside. He's his momma's boy!|
Do you remember doing that in school? Having to do an essay on your summer vacation? I don't. But I do remember watching other kids do it in movies. So, I guess it's kinda like me doing it, right? Anyways, this is what I learned on my summer vacation this year....
Being in a car with a five almost six year old is sort of like being in a car with someone who has Alzheimer's. Five hours went by kinda like this...
"Are we there yet?"
"Oh. Are we staying at the cabin tonight?"
"No, we're staying with Nana tonight at the Hotel. There's a swimming pool, so you can go swimming."
"Oh. Are we there yet?"
"Are we staying at the cabin tonight?"
"Oh...are we there yet?"
"I want some orange juice."
"Okay. T, would you like some orange juice too?
"Cool. Okay, K...here's your orange juice. T, there's your apple juice"
Multiply that by five days...
I think you guys all need to be sitting down for this next one. I learned that there are husbands/fathers out there who interact with their families. I know. Shut the front door, right? There are men who play with their children because they want to. They feed their children, tuck them into bed at night, and get up in the middle of the night with them. And they don't guilt trip their baby's momma's for it. They do it because they're part of a team, because they love their children and they love their wives. I just kept staring in awe at these supermen who make dinner, clean up the dishes and all without a word to belittle their wives or to keep tabs on who did what, and who did more. Where can I get me one of those?