Saturday, January 14, 2012
As I stood at the check out at the grocery store today, the young clerk commented on the interaction between my two nieces as one niece was noisily telling the other one how to stack the baskets. Of course, the younger one was as equally loud in explaining that her way was the right way. I looked over at them and laughed saying that it wasn't "older sister" anything, it's just genetic bossiness. Family and inherited traits - how can you not be thankful for that?
As I watched them hang out with my own child this evening, I couldn't help but be in awe of the similarities between these three kids. Genes are seriously cool. I have absolutely no idea how any of that works - or why my niece insists that she has "a wee bit" of dog DNA - but it is truly awesome.
So, today I give thanks to genes... and the really loud, obnoxiously hilarious bossy children who share mine.
As for the paramedic: I give thanks that I live with a guy who is man enough to own up to the fact that he drove to a drive thru today because he just did not feel like making breakfast or coffee. Or should I worry that he is now affected with the princess syndrome currently affecting my kid? Now that I think about it - maybe I should not give thanks... maybe I should worry.
