Wife: (looking out the window) Oh look, little gymnastics…
Little Viking: (runs to window) Oh yes! I want to go outside now! (runs away towards the door, in his socks)
It’s wet and raining outside
Me: No, wait, you’ll get wet socks and you already have a bit of a cough!
Little Viking: But dad…
Me: No.
Wife: Let daddy see…
Me: (I know the boy likes gymnastics, so I’m thinking there are some toys left out there by some family nearby) What I see outside the window is a largish concrete block several meters in area and about one and a half meters high. On top of it is a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 or maybe 7 and she’s small for her age. She’s doing cartwheels and that flipping backwards until her hands touch the ground and then her legs follow completing the full circle, like a proper little gymnast. She has lose long blondish hair and is a little tanned.
Still me: Ah… ok boy. Go ahead, and get your socks wet.
Wife: (smiles knowingly).
***
It’s so weird, how he’s pretty much got a type of girl he likes even at his young age. Has had since before he could talk. Slightly exotic, pretty women and girls have been making him stop in his tracks, stare for a few seconds, then move towards them to try and play or talk with them.
He’s also pretty much unafraid of almost everything, though he knows to keep away from loud machinery and vehicles. He loves any kind of sword, gun, or gun-like toy, and he’s got the explorer and curiosity genes.
I was hoping for a more balanced set of DNA, but he seems to have picked up his father’s interesting but troublesome way of navigating through life, and his mother’s sensitive (slightly paranoid) nature.
I pray God that he will send a cohort of Angels to protect him from his inherited natures.
How Mothers Know Their Sons
Undisclosed location. Dusk.
Wife: (looking out the window) Oh look, little gymnastics…
Little Viking: (runs to window) Oh yes! I want to go outside now! (runs away towards the door, in his socks)
It’s wet and raining outside
Me: No, wait, you’ll get wet socks and you already have a bit of a cough!
Little Viking: But dad…
Me: No.
Wife: Let daddy see…
Me: (I know the boy likes gymnastics, so I’m thinking there are some toys left out there by some family nearby) What I see outside the window is a largish concrete block several meters in area and about one and a half meters high. On top of it is a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 or maybe 7 and she’s small for her age. She’s doing cartwheels and that flipping backwards until her hands touch the ground and then her legs follow completing the full circle, like a proper little gymnast. She has lose long blondish hair and is a little tanned.
Still me: Ah… ok boy. Go ahead, and get your socks wet.
Wife: (smiles knowingly).
***
It’s so weird, how he’s pretty much got a type of girl he likes even at his young age. Has had since before he could talk. Slightly exotic, pretty women and girls have been making him stop in his tracks, stare for a few seconds, then move towards them to try and play or talk with them.
He’s also pretty much unafraid of almost everything, though he knows to keep away from loud machinery and vehicles. He loves any kind of sword, gun, or gun-like toy, and he’s got the explorer and curiosity genes.
I was hoping for a more balanced set of DNA, but he seems to have picked up his father’s interesting but troublesome way of navigating through life, and his mother’s sensitive (slightly paranoid) nature.
I pray God that he will send a cohort of Angels to protect him from his inherited natures.
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