Sunday
Sep092007
the hunter or the hunted?
Sunday, September 9, 2007 at 08:55PM
As the boys were traipsing about in the grasses on top of Escudilla, I told them this was just the sort of spot a hungry lion would like...So Aidan (and Jenna! sidenote: everyone needs an Aunt Jenna) crouched down in their best lion stances...as I warned them to watch for an unsuspecting zebra lunch.
D was down on all four's, minus his typical lion growls,
so I asked why, and he replied:
"No, I zebra."
But the zebra gets eaten.
Still, he insisted.
And was eaten.
Just what I need! One more contrarian (one who revels in the state of being contrary) on our family roster! Of course, Jim showed all the signs of producing children like this. And my parents claim I'd argue with myself if no one else was around. I really should have known it was coming...my days are now filled with two tiny independent dependents who desperately vascillate between copycating and "I do it myself".
I like *spirit* in a little, sparks of creative independence, but it definitely comes with a price of *attitude*.
Jim is sure to disagree.
And add something of his nights with three independent dependents.
We're truly an incorrigibly perfect (perfectly incorrigible?) match
With a child who - of course - wants to be the zebra instead.
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