My son is super awesome. Just today I told him we were gonna go have an adventure this afternoon. We were going to meet The Hubs for lunch and then try to maybe go for a ferry ride. Not terribly exciting, but hey, take the adventures you can get.
So I told The Kids that we were going to have an adventure. The Girl wanted to be sure she could bring a book. The Boy? He said, “I love adventures! But not a tigers one. No tigers, Mama.”. OK, so he’s not into tiger wrestling. Too bad, since I was totally planning that for next Saturday. About ten minutes later he’s giving me more detail about this adventure. He tells me, “We’ll have to take an airplane. A China one.” Clearly he and I were not on the same wavelength about the term “adventure”.
I categorize going to the grocery store with both kids as an adventure. Seriously, will this be a “two sweet angels everyone wants to steal” kind of grocery trip, or a “no, I’ve never seen those two Hellions before” kind of trip? Will they help me remember what’s on the list and run to various parts of the store to get things for me, or will they tear up the list and laugh maniacally as they throw boxes and bags of food to the floor? Will the people at the store ask if the kids want stickers, or ask us never to return?
He imagines snarling tigers that we must defeat to continue on our way. Probably while walking the enitre length of the Great Wall on our way to traverse the Mongolian steppes riding semi-wild horses. Bareback, of course.
Me, I think of the time I didn’t cancel the dental appointments that The Hubs was not going to be able to help with after all. Wondering if The Boy is running down the highway as I worry about what the dentist is finding in his sister’s mouth, all while I’m trapped under the leaf blower and the jackhammer the hygenist has in my mouth. At home The Girl can climb a towering bookcase to get down the hidden iPad so she’s got something to do besides play with 5 trillion toys or read 5 thousand books. At the dentist, she can’t find the iPad in my purse so she’s stuck putting her hand on every item in the dentist’s treatment room while my mouth is full of hands and suction keeping me from telling her to stop and sit down.
The Boy, he’s off the the wilds of Asia.
His adventures sound a lot more fun than mine.