Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Humor, Life Lessons, Mothering, Parenting | Posted on 21-08-2012
My Dad, my two kids, and me. At an all-you-can-eat buffet-style restaurant for lunch. Salad? Soup? Muffins? Macaroni and cheese? Jello? Yeah, all that is included.
Manners? Not included.
My Dad didn’t know that he was in for a surprise. I mean, these things aren’t planned. They just happen.
Like how my daughter’s loaded baked potato rolled onto the floor. Splat. And how my son
announced that he ate something that “sucked balls.” And how he proceeded to eat his bowl of soft-serve ice cream with his face. No spoon. And described how he saw a picture in the Guinness Book of World Records of a woman with boobies the size of watermelons. Yeah that.
Did Grandpa just cringe?
Who’s hooligans were these children? Who taught these hooligans manners?
I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, it was like a scene from Parenthood. I love when Grandma describes the roller coaster as a metaphor for life. Thus, I proudly claim these hooligans as my hooligans.
With their zest. Giggles. Naughtiness. Looseness. Their (sometimes) lack of manners.
For some reason, I didn’t need to seek my Dad’s approval of my parenting skills (or lack of parenting skills). Because sometimes while on this roller coaster, you forget to parent. Or you just don’t want to.
At the table, my Dad averted his eyes, choosing not to claim this group (mother included).
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