Fun With The Kids

I found myself trading comments with my son on facebook today. There was a time when I could out talk, out think and out wit my kids. This time seems to have passed. I find that they are every bit as skilled at twisting words and their meanings as I am. Their thinking is just as skewed as mine and then some. Their thinking challenges mine. Altogether, I think this is a good thing since it keeps my thinking processes from going stale.

Of course, I'm not saying or admitting in any way that they are correct in their thinking. Obviously, I am still right when it comes right down to the bottom line but I will give them this, they make me work for my inevitable win. They will contest this foregone conclusion that I am always right, but in the end, they have to bow to the inevitable and accept the greater wisdom that is mine.

My only regret about all this is that I have never been able to take the repartee that goes on daily in my house and translate it into a book. It comes out flat and unbelievable when you write it or the kids sound disrespectful because you don't get to see the humor and the body language that goes with the words. I think this is my fault because I haven't created characters with depth to them. It's truly unfortunate because I'd love to share with the world the insanity that is my living room when the kids first get home from school. I laugh more in that hour than I do at any other time.

So, for now, I'll just say that Dumas is a famous writer not a dumb ass and gaffe is evidently an archaic word that only I use because I originate from before dirt was created. I'll leave you with those two thoughts.