His kid vs my kids

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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!

Florets-of-broccoli

It looked like one of these only cuter and with more pronounced “arms.” Go ahead and run in fear all you broccoliphobes. (I’m looking at you, Andrew.)

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.

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  1. Well, ‘my’ child would be explaining to you how broccoli was actually introduced to earth by an alien race bent on taking over the planet. You see broccoli really contains little micro robots that control your brain and make you do what the aliens want (like daily tooth brushing or cleaning your room), but the plot was foiled by so many people not liking the taste and refusing to eat it. So me and dad are continuing our resistance to the alien invasion by refusing to eat the evil vegetable…

    Maybe my just ‘my’ kid would say that…

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  2. I love this post! We always use the “he/she gets that from your side of the family” when the kids do something silly and “he/she gets that from my side of the family” when they do something great! πŸ˜€

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    • Thank you. I see no reason why even a lowly sprig of broccoli can’t be cute. The pita thing was from Carrie’s latest book, to let her know that I’m reading it. Since you didn’t know that, you’re totally busted! πŸ˜‰ Carrie and I will just assume you’re simply not as far in it as I am. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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