I was at a playgroup this morning. My friend watched my two-year-old repeatably attempt to scale a couch, in efforts to climb upon a counter-top, and perhaps swing, Tarzan-style from the ceiling fan.
She shook her head, and observed, "You know, Nance---your husband is such a mellow guy. I'm really surprised that at least one of your boys isn't like him."
I rolled my eyes, pulled Joel away from the fireplace poker, and replied, "You and me both, sister."
My husband, whose legendary cool makes Barack Obama look like Macho Man Randy Savage, apparently kept all the Chillaxing Genes to himself. My two knuckleheads, as I now call them, believe that life is better as a Mountain Dew commercial minus pesky details like helmets or common sense.
I thought about her comment all day today. I thought about it during preschool pickup, as Joel rode a couch like the late Dennis Hopper in Easy Rider.
I thought about it on the drive home, when I noticed he was missing his glasses. I asked, "Where are your glasses, Joely?" prepared for another rousing game of Find The Eyewear.
"I don't know," he replied. Then, after a few moments, he found them. There were on his forehead, hidden by his mop of frat-boy-after-a-great-night hair.
Don't even get me started on his older brother. The shenanigans with the Little Tykes car alone causes me to reach for the whiskey.
After pickup, I had to take the knuckleheads to the special store to pick up the super-special pizza dough and olive oil. As we perused the wine aisle, I heard Smashmouth's "Rock Star," playing over the intercom.
"I LOVE this song!" I squeed, and started dancing in the aisle. Hands in the air, like I just don't care and all of that. Owen joined me, doing his patented bend-and-creep-with-devil horns dance move. Joel sat in the cart, shaking his head back and forth.
Speaking of my younger knucklehead...there were four amazing entries in the Pontify My Son Contest:
The Blogging Goddess:
My Life in Purple:
All were beyond amazing. Truly. The mind, it is boggled. However, I consulted my team of experts and it was determined to be a two-way tie between...The Blogging Goddess (those shoes!!!) and Salt (the throne!!!).
Salt gets the Eddie Murray bobblehead and The Blogging Goddess and I will negotiate something cool for her prize.
Thank you, everybody for your indulgence. (Get it? Indulgence? Reformation humor! The best!)