Today is voting day and we have some big issues on the ballot. Now before you go off to sleep I could mention one is about making marriage as only between a man and a woman, toll roads, and a ton of guys who have called me and said hey pick me! The reason I even bring this up is that these political calls are telling me the exact same thing my children. Who I like/love the best.
It came down to a shouting match as I took a short, and I do mean short walk with two of my kids. At 17 and 11, I thought we were past this point, but as I and several of my neighbors heard, my 11 year old daughter put up her fists and was willing to attack her brother who now towers us at close to 6 feet. All this over who I loved the most, vs. who their father loved the most! I thought we had been fair but not in their eyes. Anyway, back to David vs Goliath in order to stop my daughter from advancing while my son just tipped his sun glasses down a bit I stuck my bright pink cane between the two of them.
I then boomed one, two, three....and when I said "Fight" and to my surprise they took off at a fast clip racing each other to a basketball goal. It took them a minute or two to turn around and realize what I said.
"You really want me to fight with my sister? Kinda unfair don't you think?" my son said.
"Mom he could really hurt me!"
"I guess the matter is settled then, your Dad and I love each of you," I said sounding like a parenting book.
Bored with the answer we resumed our walk. In my head I calculated out of all three children who probably has the most legitimate complaint. If any child should fill left out it would be my youngest. He recently came up to me before school and complained that his stomach hurt. After I told him he still had to go, he vomited near my feet.
Luckily it wasn't too disgusting, but it was still too much for me. I handed my son a roll of paper towels, a can of Clorox wipes and a garbage bag. I explained that if I helped him it would be a lot more to cleanup. My 10 year old son looked at me through wet lashes and started cleaning up. He then took a shower, brushed his teeth, and changed his clothes. When I heard him coming down the stairs, I poked my head out of the room and asked him if it was all cleaned up. He nodded his head and I came out of my room sniffing as I went.
I spent the rest of the day letting him cuddle and watch television. Unlike politics, I don't think parents have permeant favorite children, instead it is who is behaving the best that day.
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