Being a parent, you get used to be humbled. Usually I (Steve) am the one who says something stupid, or I tell the kids to do something and it was the wrong thing to tell them. Well, tonight, it was Stephanie, and since it happens on such a rare occasion, I thought i would blog it:)
We got back from dinner with some friends, and Stephanie yells to the kids:
"The first one who gets their jammies on gets a treat." Bradyn and Kamryn go tearing out of the car only to be followed closely on the heels by their daddy. Their is a faint distant sound of screaming and crying as we blaze up the stairs and into the house. Bradyn throws open her drawer as I bust through my door. Shoes come off and go flying around the room. Loud hopping is heard as pants are being torn off and socks meet the ceilings and yells of "I am going to get the treat float through the house."Daddy gets his jammies on and busts into their room yelling, "I WIN!" My pride of winning quickly dissipates as I am greeted by a hysterically crying Julia who was dusted by both sisters and her daddy and who desperately wanted to win the treat. She is crying, crying, crying... (She was really upset... Screaming and yelling and inconsolable) I put her jammies on and she can't settle down. Meanwhile, Kamryn and Bradyn, oblivious to the fact that the competition is already over and that Daddy has already ran his victory lap, are racing to win the treat. This doesn't help a distraught Julia. Kamryn yells, "I win!" To which, I obviously dumbfounded, say to her, "What! I already won." To which she gives me a look of something like, "You weren't even in this competition." Meanwhile, Julia is still crying, and Mom, whose good idea got this whole thing going is trying to console little Julia. Kamryn is trying to find out what her treat is going to be, and I am trying to tell Mom that I won. Mom is telling Kamryn that the treat isn't edible and that it is a kiss, to which Daddy again, emphasizes with much vigor, that he is the victor and he deserves the kiss. So, Dad gets his just reward to which Kamryn squeals with horror and runs in to the living room, Julia, still crying is wailing in the living room and Bradyn is, well, I am not sure what Bradyn was doing. But, she giggled after we followed Kamryn into the living room to make sure that she saw us kissing. After much laughter we head back the bedrooms, with Kamryn and Bradyn laughing and Mommy and Daddy giggling and Julia still crying. We were in the room talking when we look back at the door to little Julia, holding her blankie, and standing in the doorway with big sniffs between her tears, exclaiming, "Kisses aren't a treat. Kisses aren't a treat."
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