While driving to daycare this morning, I had a conversation with my 4 year old son that pretty much just summed up men, women and dating… much more than any couples therapy or books about Mars & Venus ever did.
On our way there, I was telling my son that when he comes back from Daddy’s house we would be going to Great, Great Grandma’s 104 year old birthday party. I explained where it would be and who was going to be there, since he always likes to know what to expect (understandable as a child of divorce). I told him there would be kids there he could play with and a big birthday cake, which led to the following conversation…
”Will there be any girls there?”
“Yes there will”
“Oh great….they’ll probably want to kiss and hug me.” He grumbled.
Saying with a smile, “You’re probably right. And you know what, they’re gonna do that your whole life, because girls like to kiss and hug cute boys..and you’re a cute boy.”
“Oh great. I don’t like girls”
Chuckling. “You say that now, but I bet you you’ll change your mind. You know, I remember kissing cute boys when I was younger.”
“What did they do?”
Chuckling again. “Well, they didn’t like it so much either.”
“Well…they pretty much just wanted to play with their friends.”
And there it was, clear as day. Whether they are 3, 13 or 30…it’s all the same thing…
boys don’t want hugs and kisses,
they just wanna play with their friends!
August 7, 2009 at 5:55 pm
By reading my future posts, you will probably notice, I am an addict. I have made it past the denial stage and am moving on to acceptance. “Yes, I am SBUX-A-Holic”.
Since I work in the financial industry, I know how a cup of $1.50 coffee turns into $13,000 over a period of time if you were to save the money and invest it… but… as an addict, I prefer to spend that money on a green and white cup that will hopefully help me get through my morning.
Well…as I was standing in line at Starbuck’s this morning, staring at the pastry case and wishing the line would move faster, a father and his three kids were in front of me, slowly deciding what they wanted to eat and drink. The kids were grabbing every sugary drink available and pointing at every muffin, scone and coffee cake in the case. Then it happened.
The little boy said, “Daddy, I want a cookie.”
I was thinking to myself, “Yeah right buddy, at 10:00am in the morning…good try.” But then, I heard it…. “Which one do you want?”
What? Really? I immediately thought, why do Dads always get to be the fun ones? They always seem to be the ones that get to bend the rules. If I were to say yes to a cookie for breakfast, I would have to hear every single morning, “Can I have a cookie?”
Now, I definitely do my share of bending the rules, don’t get me wrong. We do have ice cream before dinner, stay up late past bedtime and feed the ducks despite the millions of signs posted around the pond warning of the “environmental danger,” but it just seems to me that Dads are there to break the rules, while Moms are there to set them.
That’s probably just how it is with my situation… but for the record, some Mom’s don’t hate fun…they’re just trying to be consistent
August 7, 2009 at 8:20 am