Earlier this morning, I had a child pretending to be a piranha and lunging at his siblings. Which reminded me of something that happened this weekend. While traveling to take our oldest daughter to college, we all piled out of the van at one point, to go in a store. My 9 yo was bringing up the rear with me and the baby. As we walked, he was going very slowly ... in front of me ... which I have to admit, was annoying me. I looked at him, and noticed he was turning his foot sideways and dragging it behind him as he walked. I told him to hurry up and stop goofing off. His response surprised me, though it probably shouldn't have.
He replied matter-of-factly, "But I'm practicing my zombie walk!"
Pause. Shake my head at my own obtuseness in not recognizing what he was doing, and at the fact that he is so very obviously all-boy.
"Sorry, M, but we will NOT be zombies or hunchbacks in public!"
Add that to the growing list of things I never thought I would say. If only I could remember them all. But a few from the past week were.
- Stop sitting on your brother's head.
- Stop farting in people's general direction.
- Keep your hands and all body parts of off each other for the rest of the day.
- Don't get within 10 feet of each other for the next hour!
- THAT was NOT supposed to be funny. It's NOT funny!
- And I never knew how often I'd have to say, "Focus on your schoolwork!"
Now, I need to go stop a meltdown because one of my son's salt-dough model of Mercury just won't turn out perfectly.
April E.
