Kids often imitate their parents when they play.
You’ll see little girls acting like little mommies and
little boys acting like their dad. Unfortunately,
you’ll also see little ones imitating parental flaws.
Like barking orders loudly at their toys.
So I’ve come to expect a little humiliation when my
kids play. It’s good for a parent’s soul. It might be
one of the rare ways you’ll ever get some real
feedback on your parenting and thus gives you the
opportunity to change your ways. But I never expected
to witness the following scene in our home the other
From the kitchen I could hear my three-year old son
shouting commands. “Get OFF! Get. Down. Get down
NOW. I said get down now!”
Anticipating the sight of him ordering one of our cats
or one of his toys around, I popped my head into the
living room to see what he was up to.
There he was perched on the end of the sofa sitting on
his knees with his back to me, staring down and
barking like a drill sergeantâ€¦at what?
“Aiden, who are you talking to?”
“Yes, it won’t get off the sofa.”
(Okay, who’s been yelling at their body parts in front
of the little one?)
“Aiden, you have to move your foot yourself.”
You know, this child is bright. He knows his ABCs, he
can count to ten, he can recite entire episodes of
SpongeBob, he has a vocabulary that sometimes knocks
my socks off and he has some advanced comprehension
skills for his age. And yet here he was yelling at
his foot to obey.
I think God builds children with these idiosyncrasies
to keep parents from getting too proud. There’s no
way I’m going to brag that my son can read the
satellite channel guide when two seconds later he’s
going to order the food on his plate to jump into his
Have my husband and I muddied the gene pool or are
these moments of unexplainable lunacy the side effect
I know my husband has a high I.Q. but I’ve seen him
roll the car window up on his finger…five times in a
row to see what would happen.
And I’ve been known to astound people with brilliant
questions like, “What’s Mr. Brown’s last name?”
My other kids are pretty smart, too. And yet one just
stuck his finger in the car cigarette lighter to see
if he’d get burned and in doing so repeated the exact
same thing I did as a child his age.
Whatever the reason for this kind of behavior, my
grandmother was right. The nuts don’t fall too far
from the tree.