In fact....maybe those people who have children or are planning on having children, or even those that have ever had it cross their minds to have children should read this story.
It can give you a little taste of what you might be dealing with someday.
Let's begin.
A few nights ago, our family joined into the national festivities and lit off a few fireworks to celebrate our craving for pyromania.
Oops! I meant to say Independance Day.
We were at my sister Katie's house and her children were running around having a lot of fun. My bro-in-law had bought some really cool aerial fireworks (as I assume almost everyone in Utah did since they weren't illegal this year....) and we were having a ball watching them. With the exception of one that went off immediately after leaving the tube and had us all hitting the deck, it was a pretty normal fireworks night. After running out of big, cool fireworks, my nephew Roman starts turning his attention to more devious activities. Spotting his dad's private collection of firecrackers, he grabs them and announces he going to blow something up.
We believed him.
Benson decided that supervised destruction was better than letting the little 5 year old sneak off with a few and light them himself, so he volunteered to help. They start to blow small items up. Great fun.
After a little while, Roman finds a fly.
Sorry little fly. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong kid.
Roman proceeds to rip off it's wings.
He then says, "Hey Dad, can we blow up this fly?"
Benson asks (thinking he will preserve the fly's life from his bloodthirty child), "Does it have any legs? I don't think it will really work because he will just crawl off the firecracker."
Roman, cupping the fly in his hand, turns his back towards his father, and before Benson can stop him, quickly pulls off the fly's legs while replying, "Nope."
And then they blew up the fly.
Cassie-here are a few more stories involving Roman that I thought you should hear (again....feel free to read even if your name isn't Cassie):
Later, after my older brother Conrad found a salamander and gave it to Roman, I discovered that salamanders can regenerate lost limbs. I didn't tell Roman for fear his curiosity would win out over his love for his new pet. However, this little skill just might save that salamander's life someday.
Last story:
Roman needed a haircut and Katie really wanted me to do it like Kent's. All the cool kids are doing it these days. Dylion (Shalese's boyfriend), Carson, Cole, Kent, and now Roman. I called him on the phone to tell him to come over and get his haircut.
Roman replies, "No. I hate haircuts."
Can you believe this is the same child that at the tender age of 2 would get the cape on himself and call me 'Aunt Haircut' until I pretended to cut his hair, yet again? Oh well.....
"Okay, but I think your mom is going to be mad that you won't get it cut. She really wanted you to have rockstar hair." I say back to him.
We ended the conversation.
Pretty soon, here comes Roman and Katie. He is ready for his haircut.
I'm a little suprised at the quick change of attitude in the boy and asked about it. Katie tells me that when she came into the house and found him playing instead of riding his bike over to see me, she asked why he wasn't over getting his haircut.
"Carolyn called me on the phone and told me that she wouldn't cut my hair, so I can't go over there." he smoothly lies.
Katie, knowing this is false, decided to turn the story around on him. "Oh that makes me so mad!" she replies. "She told me she would cut your hair tonight. I'm going to go over there and punch her right in the stomach."
Roman, panicking for just a moment because he already is quite protective of my unborn child, thinks for just a moment before saying, "JUST KIDDING MOM! I'M GONNA GO GET MY HAIRCUT!" and with that he swooshes out the door.
Oh that kid. The things he does.
Hope you liked these stories! Cassie-I hope Germany is treating you well. Have fun!
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