(I’ve just walked in to start my shift at a restaurant, and as I’m tilling in to my register, I overhear a mother and her young daughter talking.)
Daughter: “Why do we have to wait for our pizza?”
Mom: “They have to make it from scratch.”
Daughter: “That shouldn’t take so long!”
Mom: “It does! I made you from scratch!”
(Like most toddlers, my daughter loves playing with keys. I usually try to deter her from taking my husband’s set — which includes his work keys and parking fob — too far away, by telling her they’re important. She has gotten some new toys from a relative while being babysat at my sister-in-law’s house. One of the toys is a plastic car key with a fake button fob.)
Daughter: “Where’s key?”
Sister-In-Law: “I don’t know; I think it was over there a little while ago.”
Daughter: “It’s important! “
(She then walked out of the room, repeating that it was important. Well played, little parrot.)
(I am folding laundry just as my mother arrives, and I am about to fold a king-sized fitted sheet. One thing I brought away from working retail in bed-linen is the knowledge of how to fold fitted sheets. Mum quietly watches as I take moments to fold it neatly before putting it down on the table.)
Mum: “Wow, I’ve never seen that done before. I was waiting for you scream, swear, and then screw the sheet up like I do.”
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(I’m eating in a fast food place. Next to me is a family, consisting of a mom and two teenage children — a boy and girl — who have just finished eating. As they’re getting up, I hear the following exchange.)
Son: “Why are we supposed to clean that up? It’s their job.”
Mother: *immediately turns around* “Are you kidding me? You don’t leave your plate on the table at home, do you?!”
(The son dutifully grabbed his trash and threw it away.)
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(I have just become a first-time father and am learning the ropes. I also really, really, really love spending time with my son, and everyone calls him a “serious Daddy’s boy.” He has just turned three months old and has figured out how to burp without much help. I always laugh and shout, “That’s MY BOY!” He also will randomly give you his version of a kiss, which is him putting both his hands on your cheeks, opening his mouth, and putting your nose in his mouth for moment, backing up, and smiling. He and I are playing together when he suddenly grabs my face and moves in for, what I think is, a kiss. He gets to about two inches from my face, gets a huge grin on his face, and releases a burp I cannot believe just came from a baby. He then starts cracking up. I’m sitting there, absolutely stunned in silence. My wife has exploded into laughter.)
Me: “Did… did he just…”
Wife: “YEAH! He’s done that to me a few times when you were at work!”
Me: “THAT’S MY BOY!”
