If you're a parent like me, you probably tossed around the idea of writing down the things your kids say or do and writing a book.
Chances are, you're just like me. The idea stopped as an idea...and that's it.
My wife and I have three kids, Lexi's 9 (and a half she'll add) while Ryne and Andrew are almost 7.
That's a collective 23 years of kids doing and saying crazy things.
Take a week or so ago.
The five of us were scattered throughout our living room (ok, mainly on the couch) watching the movie Ramona and Beezus. At a wedding reception at the end of the movie everyone is dancing.
As Ramona starts dancing, Andrew darts up and starts wiggling his legs and flapping his arms.
"Oh yeah!" he giggled.
In the time since, Andrew has hit the "dance floor" several others times. Doing the same jiggly-legged routine with the biggest of big smiles on his face.
Andrew seems to be the comedian of the bunch.
His first grade class was recently learning the differences between normal sentences and questions. Andrew's teacher was telling the class that your voice goes up at the end of a question. It's wasn't anything new -- even for him.
Still, there he was...asking me to ask him to ask a quesion (did you follow that?).
So I said, "Andrew. Ask me a question."
His answer was endearing. He basically sang, "How are you do - ing?" The 'do' went low with the 'ing' higher than one normally would go.
He then spent the remainder of the night asking queston upon question.
Most recently the kids were asked to bring canned good for their school's food drive.
For those unfamiliar with elementary schools these days, many have what they call "take home" or "information" folders. It's a way parents can communicate with teachers. One side is for "stay at home" stuff while the other is for "bring to school."
I gave the kids one last reminder to grab their canned goods before we left the house.
Shortly after I walked into the living room where I saw Andrew, ernestly trying to shove a 16 ounce can of peaches into his flimsy, cardboard folder.
I let out a howl!
It took him a few moments to figure out that it just wasn't going to work.
Then there was the time several years ago.
My wife was in the kitchen doing the dishes or starting on supper.
The boys and I were playing around in the living room. I playfully told one of them I was going to give him a swirly (you know, when someone puts your head in the toilet and you flush).
So I took a flailing Andrew into the bathroom upside down.
Once in the bathroom I pressed my finger to my lips.
"Shhh!" I whispered. "Don't say anything."
I quickly flushed the toilet, turned on the faucet and used my hand to wet his hair.
We them gleefully ran out of the bathroom, laughing...telling mom that we dunked his head in the toilet.
My wife was laughing. Everybody was laughing.
Five minutes later I was in the kitchen with my wife when Ryne strolled in.
His hair was wet. He had a grin from cheek to cheek.
He had given himself a swirly.
Oh, if he only knew what I had done before.
Still, it was a priceless moment.
If only I had taken notes. This could have been a best seller!
