Sunday, March 7, 2010
One of the (many) cars I drove before I turned 20 was my mom's Jeep Wrangler.
The first thing I did when she handed me the keys was dig an aged cantaloupe (no, this isn't some gourmet food item you've never heard about) out of the fridge, place it strategically in the middle of our street and run it over at a high rate of speed with my new wheels, sending rotten melon bits into both ditches and my smile from ear to ear. I did a lot of other fun things in that Jeep, too, including jumping curbs and parking lots on my college campus and things I'll wait two or 25 more years before telling my mother about.
I've been driving for more than 10 years now (though not the Wrangler, for which I'm sure my mom is thankful), but I never grew out of my naughty streak.
Having a two-year-old in my life does nothing to quell my love of mischief.
One of the greatest toys a mischief-loving parent (or, in this case, great-grandparent) can give her mischief-loving child is a remote-control car.
When we went to the park today, he didn't want to play with it on the sidewalk like any sensible child would. Um, no. He wanted to take with him as he climbed the big toy...
And made a beeline for the slide.
The naughtiness, it is strong with this one.
Sometimes, though I'm pretty sure it's just a chip off the old block, the naughtiness streak is too much for me to handle. Not when the kid puts his remote control car down the slide - that's pretty funny to me, actually - but rather when he's staging a sit-in at the grocery store because I won't buy him a box of White Castle burgers (who does that??) or running through the house stark naked and laughing hysterically when I'm trying to wrangle him into the bathtub, stopping only to pee in the floor. When I tell my mom about his antics she likes to say things like, gee, that sounds familiar or that paybacks are a you-know-what.
Which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
With this guy, it sure is tough to stay fed-up for long.
Posted by Tasha at 4:45 PM