You now how some kids take after one parent and others take after the other? Maybe it’s just the look of the child, which is true in our case, but often it’s the personality too. The redheads look most like me, including being a bit taller and having my characteristic long narrow feet (the poor things.) The middle child is blonde like her dad and is capable of tanning (what?! How’d she manage that? Clearly not my kid.) And she’s a natural at math. (Again, where did this child come from?)
So the other day I was cutting up broccoli and was taken by one piece that looked to me like a little broccoli man holding up two little leafy arms. I said, “Awwhh,” because it was so stinkin’ cute!
I showed my husband, and he was like, “I don’t get it.”
Then I showed “my” girls, who with no prompting beyond, “Look at this,” both said, in unison, “Awwhh…”
Mmmmhmmm. That’s right.
Then I held it up for “my husband’s girl.” She said, “I don’t get it.” I explained that it looks like a little broccoli man. She said, “It does? Where are the eyes?”
I looked back at my husband. He was grinning.
At least my girls and I outnumber the blondes.
Although later, when tucking the blonde child in, she said, “I wish I had an earlier bedtime.”
“Really?” I said, incredulous. I mean, what eight-year-old wishes to go to bed sooner?
“Yes, I love sleeping,” she said. “It’s fun. It’s my daily exercise.”
She might be my child after all.