Nobody's Fool
The Mud Puddle has a mind like a steel trap. He remembers crap that would slip the average mind in three seconds flat.
Some examples:
Two mornings ago I was woken up in the usual fashion (the Mud Puddle leaning on the pillow on my head and shoving Ellie into my breathing hole thereby trying to suffocate me awake) and as the Mud Puddle climbed in for a brief cuddle he asked, “Where you a Cheer Lady mommy?” and my honest response was, “Um..Yes. Why?”
I knew this wasn’t going to be anything but embarrassing for me. He replied that he knew that I was and wanted to know if I cheered for football (no basketball) and asked to see me cheer.
So at 7:15 in the morning sporting pjs, glasses and bed head I started doing sideline cheers that I haven’t had to do with any real gusto in 15 years. Sure, when bored and standing around somewhere alone I will sometimes break out into a “You Can’t Sink the Ship” but for the most part I have kept it to myself.
The Mud Puddle was a very captive audience and really enjoyed it. He asked me to come up with cheers for Ellie (the football player) and him (the football player – apparently he was not impressed with my basketball cheer cred). So after that EXCITING and unplanned session of morning calisthenics I began to wonder how this came up and why he knew this. There was a clear source for this tidbit of information so when I talked to my Dad later that day I inquired about it.
Dad told me that yes, they had told the Mud Puddle I was a cheerleader but there wasn’t a conversation involved it was more of a comment. And it was dropped pretty quickly but given the Mind of the Mud Puddle it was filed away for future use.
Then this morning the Mud Puddle goes through the motion of suffocating me awake and informs me that Daddy is taking him to school. Now I do drop off Tuesday-Thursday and Scott does Monday and Fridays. But Scott had apparently mentioned off handedly on Tuesday morning that MAYBE he would take him in on Thursday.
So the first words out of his mouth this morning was “It’s Thursday daddy are you taking me to school?”
The moral of this story? Don’t tell that kid ANYTHING you don’t want him to remember and use against you at a later time. And I need to remember to get back at my dad. I will have the Mud Puddle file that away for me.
Some examples:
Two mornings ago I was woken up in the usual fashion (the Mud Puddle leaning on the pillow on my head and shoving Ellie into my breathing hole thereby trying to suffocate me awake) and as the Mud Puddle climbed in for a brief cuddle he asked, “Where you a Cheer Lady mommy?” and my honest response was, “Um..Yes. Why?”
I knew this wasn’t going to be anything but embarrassing for me. He replied that he knew that I was and wanted to know if I cheered for football (no basketball) and asked to see me cheer.
So at 7:15 in the morning sporting pjs, glasses and bed head I started doing sideline cheers that I haven’t had to do with any real gusto in 15 years. Sure, when bored and standing around somewhere alone I will sometimes break out into a “You Can’t Sink the Ship” but for the most part I have kept it to myself.
The Mud Puddle was a very captive audience and really enjoyed it. He asked me to come up with cheers for Ellie (the football player) and him (the football player – apparently he was not impressed with my basketball cheer cred). So after that EXCITING and unplanned session of morning calisthenics I began to wonder how this came up and why he knew this. There was a clear source for this tidbit of information so when I talked to my Dad later that day I inquired about it.
Dad told me that yes, they had told the Mud Puddle I was a cheerleader but there wasn’t a conversation involved it was more of a comment. And it was dropped pretty quickly but given the Mind of the Mud Puddle it was filed away for future use.
Then this morning the Mud Puddle goes through the motion of suffocating me awake and informs me that Daddy is taking him to school. Now I do drop off Tuesday-Thursday and Scott does Monday and Fridays. But Scott had apparently mentioned off handedly on Tuesday morning that MAYBE he would take him in on Thursday.
So the first words out of his mouth this morning was “It’s Thursday daddy are you taking me to school?”
The moral of this story? Don’t tell that kid ANYTHING you don’t want him to remember and use against you at a later time. And I need to remember to get back at my dad. I will have the Mud Puddle file that away for me.
posted by Kristi Hallowell @ 1:07 PM
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