I played a number of years of football all the way to the college level. I played Quarterback. I was a handoff specialist and a decent passer. You can imagine the pride that I have for my son who has also developed a skill for handing things off to Mommy and to me.
Genuine Boy is especially good when getting your attention before handing off.
"Daddy...Daddy....Daddy...Daddy!!!!!!", he says in a high pitched scream as if your in another county. This will keep up until you reach out and let him hand you whatever it is he does not want. A dirty napkin, a piece of scribbled on paper, and other various items. If he does not want it, he hands it off.
Tonight while sitting in the car waiting for Mommy to get off work, Genuine boy asked for a tissue, or in his case he would like a "nose". His word for tissue.
"Here you go buddy." As I handed off his tissue. A perfect exchange.
Of course my son does not know yet how to blow his nose, as he only blows air out of his mouth, and wipes his nose, usually producing only an empty wadded tissue. Now this is usually when he is ready for the handoff. He was watching Brother Bear, of course, and I was trying to catch the latest news on the radio. (Lousy Avalanche)
"Daddy...Daddy....Daddy...Daddy!!!!!!" as he nearly shatters all of the windows.
I read the signal correctly it was handoff time. I reached back while looking forward at the radio, knowing that with his handoff skills looking back for the exchange was unnecessary. No worry about a fumble between a veteran and his protégé.
"Thankoo Daddy." he said as the item was passed.
"Jebus what the hell is that?"
I turned to look as he placed the largest greenest booger I had ever seen in the palm of my hand! No tissue, no wadded piece of paper, no sippy cup. Just BOOGER! Nicely folded on the seat next to him was the tissue.
Huddle up! Next play...quarterback keeper.
*shudder*
I have yet to experience that one with QuirkyBoy. I did, however, find a glass of milk in his underwear drawer this morning. Luckily, it was still upright.
I had that high pitched voice this evening. I was trying to get my oldest boy (a huge 10 year old... most people think he is 13) the proper way to get lift when kicking a soccer ball. He got his form and technique perfect and launched the ball from about four feet away. Yep, perfect shot. Dropped his old man like a bad habit.
When my oldest boy was a baby(two), he had taken his diaper off as he always did, I seen him squatting in the corner by his toys, didn't think a thing about it. I had my hand out on my knee (sitting on the couch), when all of a sudden I felt something warm in my hand, I looked, and to my surprise, a little terd was in my hand! Kids! Gotta love em'!
ok...all you parents are making me not want to have kids. Thank you for the public service announcement *shudder*
*gag*, I have a tipsy stomach tonight, and I really didn't need that, LOL! Excuse me while I go hurl.
Two points for the boy! That is so hysterical!!!
Damn Genuine...that jes ain't righttttttttttttt
bleeeeeeeeeechhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ROFL - that cracks me up. I guess you aren't a digger then? ;-)
I have to search out the boogers in this house....
ROTF.... see, this is the kind of stuff I don't miss about being a Respiratory Therapist!!! And thanks for linking back to this... quite the story!!
Been there....got that.....the fact that our children still live is proof that we are unequivically parental units, but imagine if someone in an elevator did the same thing....What would you do/say?