I'm sorry... it has been too long since my last post, but work has been murder. you don't want to hear about, so I'm skipping it.
Today something happened that reminded me how families are made. A family is not a group made of blood relations, it is a group that has made a commitment together to grow and love and all that good stuff.
Today my son and I were coming back from lacrosse practice. I was listening to one of my favorite podcasts, Grammar Girl, and she was discussing recent AP Style Guide releases. Among the discussions of Tweets v. Twitter, there was an update on the full spelling of c-section.
Apparently, it is now okay to spell "Caesarean" as "Cesarean." As she was saying that, I caught my son peeking out of the corner of his eye to see my reaction, which was me flapping my arms, rolling my eyes, and muttering, "Jesus Christ! The barbarians have taken the city!" I had to laugh because he knew me well enough to know I would be all pissed off about that.
When I asked him why he looked over, he said, "Well Dad, when I heard that, I knew you would be all pissed off, I just wanted to see how badly." He continued, "I know how you love history and grammar and all that stuff, and I knew that one would get your panties all in a twist. I mean c'mon, you even try to have proper spelling and grammar in emails and text messages!"
Even Lily gets into the act. the other day we were in the car together coming back from vacuuming out the car, and I was teasing her by saying I wanted to get my nipples pierced (the guy at the car wash has some whacked-out piercings). She was all grossed out and said, "No way Dad, that's gross! Besides, its not you." I asked her what is me, and she said, "You should buy a nice book. One of those fancy leather ones you like. Like a Shakespeare one."
She knows me too well.
So I guess the kids ARE paying attention. Plus their insights and responses made me laugh. I think I know them, but they also know me.
We must be a family!
