My kids are awesome. I feel a little guilty about writing this, like I am betraying them or something. However, this post is about the celebration of my friend Stella's kids; because they are awesome in a different way.
Every morning, that's right EVERY morning..my friend's son wakes up at 6:00 AM and belts out the star spangled banner. How cool is that? Not only does he sing the star spangled banner, but he does it in an opera voice. Okay..backup. My friend has these two wonderful kids. They both fall into some sort of autism/asperger type spectrum. They are wildly different and completely inappropriate. Meeting these kiddos was a game changer. They drive her and her husband absolutely crazy. Truly freaking over the edge nuts. Me being who I am, awesome and also mildly inappropriate, follow the madness happily. Let's see..what else. Her son was at a birthday party at my house. I walked in from outside and heard him upstairs. All of a sudden it got really quiet. I look up at my catwalk to see him face down hovering watching me. I didn't give this a second thought. He was obviously pulling a Tom Cruise Mission Impossible....duh. I did tell him if he wanted to come back to the party that it was okay, but secretly I understood that it's hard to break character in that position. At that exact same birthday party I looked over to see her daughter spreading red icing (the kind that stains) all over her arms. I get it. Her step dad was about to lose it. But when else is she going to have an opportunity to spread icing of that caliber all over her arms? I couldn't help but smile. This little girl is all spitfire. She straight up refuses spelling tests, even though she is smart enough to get all of the words right. She only likes pepperoni pizza but after she picks off the pepperoni to make it cheese. I totally agree, it's about the pepperoni grease not the actual pepperoni. The other day I was watching her and asked her to come to dinner. She paused and said "Coming." I gave her a few minutes and then reminded her of dinner. To which she replied "I SAID IN A MINUTE." I was all...oh Hell No and reoriented her to who is the actual Queen Bee of this home. She politely came and sat at the table with us and ate dinner, sort of.
I know I'm rambling...Getting to the point. I know these kids are a handful. I know they could listen more and be less defiant. I know they are giving their mother premature gray hair. However, they know who they are at a very young age and they stick to their guns. This is something that is extremely hard to teach in today's world.
Conclusion: So while her mother pulls out her grays..I remind her that even though these kids might never move out...her daughter will be super good at spreading icing all over things (cakes of course) and that her son will probably wear a cape on his first date. And let me just say I would TOTALLY go on a second date with a guy sporting a cape. Who wouldn't??
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