As today marks Day 3600 since my son Jared was born, I thought I would share this tidbit about the personality of my middle child.
A few weeks ago, during an afternoon, I was trying to get my two boys (Jared and his older brother Christopher) to settle down as they were rough-housing in the TV room. Horseplay is to be done in the basement where 1) less damage can occur and 2) I don’t have to hear it.
However, as the boys were not listening to me, I separated them and told them that when the next person touched the other, both would be in trouble. My hope was that the threat of collective punishment would curtail their rambunctiousness. Wrong!
By the time I walked away and turned around to see what they were up to, Jared had pushed Christopher, knowing full well that that action would land him in trouble, but it would also mean his big brother would be in the soup as well.
Item Number Two took place over this weekend as Jared suggested to his mother that we should have okra for dinner. My wife has made okra before and while I love the taste of the little vegetable, my children do not.
So why was Jared proposing an evening meal comprised of okra? Because even though he does not like the taste of Abelmoschus esculentus, he knows his brother likes it even less and he wanted to make Christopher suffer.
I’m not sure what these two incidents tell me about my middle child, but I know life will never be boring with him around.
Mind you that this is the same boy, Jared, who earlier I likened to the Shakespearian character, Cordelia.