I have been getting a kick lately out of my two boys, Jack (3) and Elliott (2). They are full of destructive energy and can wreck a room in seconds.
The most amazing part is that I see myself in them and I see my Dad in me. Continuously phrases bellow out like, "This is the last time...I mean it..this is the last time!" "I'm not going to tell you again. No really, this is the last..time." Don't forget the countdown effect. "I"m going to give you 3 seconds...1...2..." Nothing ever happens until you say 2 and make a face of astonishment that they haven't moved.
The funniest though is watching my son Jack, he procrastinates terribly when he doesn't want to something. Drops his shoulders, drags his feet, elongates every syllable as he explains he doesn't want to do something. He puts so much effort into not doing something that he could have just done it already. Just like I always did... I remember very vividly how hot my Dad got under the collar when he was trying to push me along to do something and I resisted with all my worth.
It does give me some comic relief though. I find myself getting really frustrated and then I just kind of giggle as I hear my Dad's voice coming out of my mouth as I rant.
Elliott on the other hand is the strongest willed child - no scratch that - person I've ever known. I'm told I can be stubborn at times, but I'm pretty sure he takes this after his mother.
Talk soon,
Michael
