This is quick. Doesn't need to be long. But just about sums up the life in many households.
The other day I had purchased tickets for a cool activity for Wednesday (half-day) typically "daddy days" for Jake. It's the best day of the week for Chris, his weekend, and he gets to play all day.
This week, Chris told Jake how excited he was to get to have a "family day".
And que the crying.
Jake was having none of it.
To Chris he said, "it's supposed to be daddy day, just stinky boys day, no mommy!"
To me he said, "Mommy does too much like a teacher-like things, and Daddy lets me do whatever I want!"
Game. Set. Match.
We thought it would be a great idea to teach Jake how to play games on the iPad. We have many self-regulatory apps, some creative games, some not-so-creative race tracks and lots of useless stuff.
He writes notes, draws pictures and crashes police cars on a daily basis. Creating Sim people, making them friends and starving them until the lines are red, thrills him to no end.
But it's what he's discovered he can do with the camera and email function that has me shaking my head and giggling silently with pride.
This weekend he was on his "throne" in the bathroom with his iPad playing games while tending to business. I was relaxing with a friend downstairs when my iPhone started beeping.
I grabbed it to find two new emails from the little king. One was a screen-shot, which I don't even know how to do, of a game he wants for his new computer and in the subject line it simply read: Buy this game love Jake.
Then this morning, I left him at the kitchen table to do his homework. I was gone literally 2 minutes to put the garbage on the curb and returned to find a new email from you guessed it.
This email was a picture of his homework papers, perfectly framed and in focus. This subject line read: I need help with my homework please.
At first I was stunned... but how freaking typical... how beautifully man-ish and ridiculous at the same time.
I'll take it, stinky tweenager!
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