Kid-tainment

Lately, the kids have been full of quirky sayings. No, I am not referring to things like "Bieber-mania" or the lyrics to the Latest Taylor Swift song. I have come to the realization that those things are inevitable and best ignored like soap scum and wrinkles in cotton. Sooner or later they disappear.

My younger one commented that her feet were fetid after cheer leading practice. She is right, they certainly were! The older one then remarked that perhaps they even smelled worse than road kill. The younger one then grabbed her foot and took a long and thorough second wiff. "Yep. They smell like dead skunks!" At which point they both dissolved into giggles. Ah youth, the time in life when bodily odors are immensely entertaining.

The older one has taken to being quite outspoken in her disgust with any and all public displays of affection. Her father has merely to reach for my hand before the sighs and groans from the back seat commence. I remember this stage well. The thought of my parents engaging in any sort of affection was enough to gag me. I remember thinking "surely they were too old for that?" So I just grin when she starts huffing and puffing in the back and lay on the sugar a bit. It will be many years before she appreciates a marriage that contains such things fifteen years after vows are exchanged.

This same kid currently wants to become a pediatrician some day. As she studies anatomy she is fascinated. Doubtless she would make an excellent doctor, if a bit squeamish one. She panics at the first sign of a bug and refuses to look at anything that even resembles a bug no matter how many times it is magnified. The moldy Tupperware in her lunch bag disturbs her not in the least.

Ahhh, kids. Sometimes I wonder if they are actually alien infiltrators coming here to learn the customs and blend in. Tell me that wouldn't explain a lot!