So to recap, my adventures into Fatherhood includes SuperMom (my teammate), Lu, DP, and Jr, who at times seem to be the opposing team. Lu is my artistic outgoing one. DP is the gifted literal one that struggles with humor. Finally, there is Jr, the never sleeping, always moving, grooving to his own sound one. Most of these blogs are about DP and his literal self. However, this one is about Jr and his funny personality. I have come to the conclusion that Jr is going to be a standup comedian if he fails to land his dream "bus driving" job. He makes these funny faces and funny accents all the time and says random things.
The other day, the home team (SuperMom and me) were sitting at the table with the opposing team (Lu, DP, & Jr), when Jr decides to point at SuperMom and say "Mom, you are necessary!". He then points at Lu and states "Lu, you are necessary!". Next to DP, "DP, you are necessary"!. Once more he points, this time to me and says "Dad, you are necessary!". And finally, he yells out in some cross cartoon/country accent, "Evvvveeeerrrrryyyyone is necessary!". Without skipping a beat, he goes back to what he was doing, while the rest of us laugh. Laughter is the enemy here, because it only encourages him. He loves it and loves to perform. So to recap why I work so much: I have a daughter that is going to be an actress (singer is her backup plan); a son who wants to be a doctor in the off season of football (quarterback during the season), and a son who wants to either drive a bus or do comedy. I don't see retirement in my future, ever. Oh well, you might as well dream while young. Who knows, this experiment might produce a singing actor, doctoring quarterback, and one hilarious bus driver.
The other day, the home team (SuperMom and me) were sitting at the table with the opposing team (Lu, DP, & Jr), when Jr decides to point at SuperMom and say "Mom, you are necessary!". He then points at Lu and states "Lu, you are necessary!". Next to DP, "DP, you are necessary"!. Once more he points, this time to me and says "Dad, you are necessary!". And finally, he yells out in some cross cartoon/country accent, "Evvvveeeerrrrryyyyone is necessary!". Without skipping a beat, he goes back to what he was doing, while the rest of us laugh. Laughter is the enemy here, because it only encourages him. He loves it and loves to perform. So to recap why I work so much: I have a daughter that is going to be an actress (singer is her backup plan); a son who wants to be a doctor in the off season of football (quarterback during the season), and a son who wants to either drive a bus or do comedy. I don't see retirement in my future, ever. Oh well, you might as well dream while young. Who knows, this experiment might produce a singing actor, doctoring quarterback, and one hilarious bus driver.