"WHAT'S MY NAME? SKIP?" is usually shouted at a McDonald family gathering if one forgets to deliver a snack or drink to any of the 14 people sprawled on the couch in a post-roast coma watching a holiday special from the 60's. I'm imagining that is what cousin Ashley barked when Jack Peter kissed everyone on the couch good-night but her. He had, in fact, forgotten her, but without missing a beat, he pointed at her with two hands, sidled over, and said with slitted bedroom eyes, "I was saving the best for last!"
What?! Where does that come from? His dad and I are not the most suave people on Earth. Tim took Toby with him to do some Christmas shopping on a cold morning in December. She was perched on his shoulders walking down 2nd street. I'm sure they were both happily chatting away. A woman came up to Tim with a pained look on her face and said, "Sir, you might want to pull your daughter's pants up." Her bare ass was wrapped around his neck like a stole for 4 blocks. It was 35 degrees out. How did neither of them notice that?
I remember in 4th grade being asked by my Aunt Penny if I had a crush on anyone in my new school. My temples throbbed with the rush of blood that went to my face and I willed the back seat of their red Chevy station wagon to suck me down and dump me onto the road. I did have a crush on Frankie Brown, and I was utterly humiliated that it had been detected by my best friend's mom. Jack Peter (6) announced nonchalantly that he has a girlfriend and that he'd kissed her. The hussy demanded a kiss at recess the day after Jack Peter had entered THE RED ZONE, punishment for two offenses: talking in class and bumming a cracker off of his friend at lunch. Food sharing is against the rules. According to Jack Peter this kid can spare a cracker or two "He's CHUBBY, and he's always going to be until 8th grade," but that's not the issue.
I'd told JP that movie night was going to be rescinded unless he stayed on green all day, AND he shut out Team NPA. He wept and wailed, "I cant control team NPA!!!", but I held fast. I must have been trying to prepare for the holiday break. We spend it with my brother's family every year. The subtext to any of the vacations with Curt's family is that he and his wife are better parents than Tim and I because they are better at disciplining their children. I admit, Owen, Gillian and Kellan ARE better behaved. For a few months after we see them, I can reign in my girls by saying, "Would GILLIAN be screaming and crying and freaking out the way you are right now? NO she wouldn't; she'd roll with it!!! (Incidentally, the only thing that really gets Gillian mad is Jack Peter's torturing her with The Magic 8 Ball. He'd ask it repeatedly whether or not Gillian was his girlfriend and then he'd scream out the affirmative answers: YOU MAY RELY ON IT!!! WITHOUT A DOUBT! YES, DEFINITELY!)
I don't know what the Green Woods Charter School stance is on PDA, but if Jack Peter had lost movie night for kissing Rosalie Trojan, it might have affected his sex life forever! Tim picks up the kids at the end of the day. There were butterflies in my stomach when I texted How many points for NPA? The joy I felt at seeing the response, 0, was completely disproportionate to the situation. Yes, I am crap at disciplining my kids.
I always, think of Steel as a mini-me. She's crafty, she's got WAY too much energy. Her body is straight, strong and lean. But, like Jack Peter, she's MUCH cooler than I will ever be, and I'm pretty sure she's smarter. This isn't the best example, but we were looking for sneakers online before school. Jack Peter and Toby picked out light-up ones. I showed Steel her light-up options, and she looked at me disdainfully and said, "I don't want light-up sneakers!" as if I'd offered her a pacifier and a teething toy. She's already finding the Santa story to be suspect. Who questions Santa at 5?
I was wearing cat-eye make up the other day, and she told me it was WAY too make-up-y. I'd have died with happiness if I'd seen my mom in cat-eye make-up. It was foggy, and I told her that my brother used to tell me that fog was clouds that tripped and fell. She looked at me and said, "What would they trip over?" (omitted but implied: dumb-ass!) If Curt had been Steel's older brother he would never have gotten her to chew up a mouthful of peppercorns by saying, "Open your mouth and close your eyes; I'll give you a BIG SURPRISE!" I believed/trusted my brother because I admired him, and I wanted to please him. I was/am inherently a pleaser, and I rarely bother to question authority. Not one of my kids shares this trait.
My brother's kids have responded to his disciplining because THEY ARE LIKE ME! I'd like to see how his methods would work with MY kids-probably as well as my mom's disciplining worked on HIM.
When I watched the Rosalie video, I remembered that Jack Peter and Steel were making out in the shower the night before. It had struck me as a little odd, but I hadn't wanted to make a big deal about it. I asked him if he'd been practicing the night before on Steel, and he said "Yes!" I admire his foresight and planning, but ummmm....