You can have the most amazing conversations with your kids. Sometimes those conversations make you proud because of their attitude or show you that they are thinking about something very deeply. They can make you laugh hysterically till you are about to pee your pants. They can laugh at you until you hope they pee their own pants. That is the way most of the conversations in the sit-com I call life, happen around our house.
In the middle of a spelling test one day, my son randomly asked if I could do a full split.
“No.” I answered and gave the next spelling word.
“Did you used to be able to?”
“Yes. Back in the day.”
“What? When you were two?”
“No. When I was a cheerleader.”
This brought about a fit of laughter so bad that we could not continue with the spelling test. I just sat there and smiled, waiting for the moment to pass.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t imagine you being a cheerleader!” Again, followed by hysterical fits of laughter, only this time with tears.
Finally, he was able to get out, “Am I hurting your feelings?” Still laughing, but maybe trying to conceal it a little bit, at least until he snorted and started all over again.
Okay, I know it’s hard for your kids to imagine parents being younger and doing some things, but is me being a cheerleader that funny? Yes, I have gained some weight since then, but I did trade the ½-inch thick glasses for contacts. That at least has to help a little bit with the nerd effect…right?
I guess I’m just being paid back for all the times I made fun of and teased my own parents.
In the middle of a spelling test one day, my son randomly asked if I could do a full split.
“No.” I answered and gave the next spelling word.
“Did you used to be able to?”
“Yes. Back in the day.”
“What? When you were two?”
“No. When I was a cheerleader.”
This brought about a fit of laughter so bad that we could not continue with the spelling test. I just sat there and smiled, waiting for the moment to pass.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t imagine you being a cheerleader!” Again, followed by hysterical fits of laughter, only this time with tears.
Finally, he was able to get out, “Am I hurting your feelings?” Still laughing, but maybe trying to conceal it a little bit, at least until he snorted and started all over again.
Okay, I know it’s hard for your kids to imagine parents being younger and doing some things, but is me being a cheerleader that funny? Yes, I have gained some weight since then, but I did trade the ½-inch thick glasses for contacts. That at least has to help a little bit with the nerd effect…right?
I guess I’m just being paid back for all the times I made fun of and teased my own parents.
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