We Pass the Funniest Things on to Our Children

As I said in my last post, I am not at all reluctant to laugh at myself. This evening, I had just finished cooking supper and was plating Cohen's food. I told him that we needed to make him a drink, so he began to look for a sippy cup in his drawer.

It's true that kids say the darnedest things, but have you ever noticed they do the darnedest things too? This evening I caught Cohen doing one of those things only to realize that he had learned it from ME!

Back to Cohen in the cup drawer... I watched him as he found a cup, unscrewed the lid, said to me "Let me smell it" and proceeded to sniff the inside of the cup! That's cute enough on it's own, but then I realized. I totally do that!!!

This might be a great time to tell you that I'm totally neurotic. Ever noticed how glasses from the dishwasher don't always come out clean? There's nothing worse than preparing yourself a nice cool drink without paying a whole lot of attention only to discover the yick in the glass as you turn it up to take a big drink!! Bleh! So I sniff cups. Neurotic habit --- and apparently my child has witnessed this ritual and made it his own.

I Want Piiiiiiizzzzaaaa!

I love to share funny stories. I'm not even above embarrassing myself to make someone else laugh. Laughter is a beautiful sound (Trust me. I know. I just took my little one on a "trip to Tickle Town.")

Earlier this week, Lane, Cohen and I were discussing our lunch plans. I asked them if they would rather have jambalaya (with an explanation of what it was -- sausage, rice, etc...) or pizza. No surprise -- they chose pizza. As I began to get lunch ready, I noticed that my oldest, Lane was holding one of those generic, black combs. We're not much of a comb-using kind of family, so I asked him where he got the comb. I was terribly afraid that he was going to answer "Somebody gave it to me on the bus" or "I found it on the floor." Luckily, that was not the case. He said that he had found it in the bathroom. Thinking that this might be a good "teachable moment," I continued our conversation by asking Lane if he knew he shouldn't ever use someone else's comb or brush (I know, great kitchen conversation). He replyied that he did and that he knew you could catch lice from such activity. At about this point in the conversation, Cohen, my 3 yo, re-entered the kitchen and began listening half-heartedly to our discussion. To further confirm Lane's understanding of the whole icky matter, I went on to ask if he knew what lice were. Lane replied "they're bugs that live in your hair!" Evidently, the only word that Cohen had really honed in on in our talk was "lice." Suddenly, he was quite upset with me and my failure to honor his lunch requests. He loudy objected "I don't want lice!!! I want pizza!!" I guarantee that my laughter quickly turned an ordinary lunch into a magical mommy moment!