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Daddy Knows His Boys :: 4th February 2004

It's starting already - I dreaded it and waited for it to happen. And now it has! What in the world am I supposed to do about it? Crying about it just won't make un-spill the milk, you know what I mean? Daddy can click with his boys better now that they are older!! Mommy is now a sissy version of a parent and daddy is COOLER.

How did this happen? Gee, wish I knew. But it has something to do with them all being the same sex, I suppose. Mommy throws the ball like a sissy, and mommy can't kick the ball for nuts. Mommy can't perform magic tricks like daddy can…even Jared (all of 2 years old) can see through the terrible trick), and mommy is terrible at making shadow animals on the wall.

I don't know how he does it but somehow when daddy throws the ball, it bounces off walls, makes whooshing sound, spirals around uncontrollable for like….10 full minutes, then lands in his hands again. This really cracks the kids up. I try it and it flops for 1 second and fall flat infront of the kids.

Joshua would look at me, like he's asking me "Er, that's it? That was…erm, great, mom. Good job. Now, try harder". I make up for the lack of skill with comedy act. Of course, the kids laugh at my antics but it's not as cool has a ball that flies around like it has wings.

I can tell you that I pray sometimes that I don't miss the ball when I try to kick it. Josh is not much of a footballer, thankfully, but Jared, unfortunately, is. Josh runs towards the ball and 'kicks' it with his knee or shins…somewhat like what I do. Maybe it's the 'early training' he got from me. Gee, now he thinks that everyone in the professional football industry kicks with their shins or elbows. GREAT! But Jared has got the flow cause he runs for the ball and then stops just about an inch from the ball and kicks it. And the ball FLIES…not necessarily in the direction he was hoping for it to go, but the point is that he kicked it, REALLY kicked it. So, it's not much fun playing football with mom.

Magic tricks? I must be the worst magician on the planet. There was this one time I tried to trick Jared, yes, the 2-year-old going on 40-year-old. You know, I did the conventional trick that requires no skill whatsoever…like u show the kid the ball, pretend to throw the ball, and stuff the ball quickly behind inside your shirt and stare wide-eyed at the kid asking, "Where'd the ball go?".

The kid is supposed to be shocked or surprised or at least be in awe of you, right? Well, I am so bad at this that even Jared can see through the trick! Could be me, I just move in slow motion all the time that's all. Mmmmoooommmmyyyyy iiiiissssss aaaaaa ddddduuuuufffffaaaaassssss!!!

Last but not least, I make terrible shadow animals on the wall. You see, it all started out with Joshua wanted a flashlight. He has this fascination with flashlights which started when his cousin, Isabelle, brought a flashlight over from her house. It was a cool pink flashlight with Tigger and the duh-bear, Pooh. Josh was entranced with the apparatus and from then on, he has been reminding me that he NEEDS a flashlight. Like "Mommy, it's too dark here. I cannot see. But where's Joshua's torchlight? Can we go buy torchlight?" I finally bought him one. And then things got out of hand and I bought him another (supposed to be for Jared but Jared couldn't care less about a torch) one in the shape of an elephant that trumpets around when u switch the torch on. I must say it's pretty cool.

So, here we are, with 2 brand new torches and it's broad daylight, so, what do we do? WHAT DO WE DO? We went into the room, closed all the curtains, shut out the lights and lie in bed. As we shone the torch on the ceilings and walls, I started out making animals shadows on the wall and ceilings.

The conventional butterfly and rabbit was all I knew how to make. Daddy enters the room and sees us making all those lousy shadows and he comes over, flings me aside. There they were, daddy and his boys, making animal shadows on the wall….dog, tiger, leopards, giraffes, spiders, hands that goes from small to big, elephants…etc…well, much cooler things than mommy can make. My boys were having such a ball and I wish I knew how to make those too.

Daddy can you please teach me too. I want to be cool too and I AM NOT A SISSY! I may be pathetically uncool but I can sure tickle better than daddy, for now!

:: Marsha ::