My 3 Monsters: Tradition!

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6.13.2010

Tradition!

(I'm imagining the song from Fiddler on the Roof right now . . . )  Every so often something happens that changes the course of your family life forever.  Sometimes it's a big something, like an illness or a lost job.  We've had those somethings.  Other times it is something very small.  A simple act.  An off-hand comment that burns itself into the memories of your children so thoroughly that instantaneously a tradition is formed.  That kind of something happened for us this weekend.  Thursday night I lost a fabric flower that I needed for a cute little wallet I was sewing.  I couldn't find it anywhere.  I whined about it so much that Brent joined in the investigation.  We were both perplexed.  In a moment of desperation I offered to buy anyone who could find it a drink at Circle K the next morning.  Two of my children immediately jumped off the couch and returned with the flower in hand so fast that I still wonder if they hadn't hid it from me for just such a purpose.  The next morning  -- it was really mid-morning, after I had gone to the gym -- like brunch time -- we hopped in the car to make good on my promise.  While D was filling up his 44 oz. Icee (Mother of the year, right here. What what!)  Sis and I noticed the blueberry cake donuts in the case on the counter.  Blueberry cake donuts?  Yes, please.  So, we were driving home, each sipping on a highly sugared beverage with a donut in our hand, and I flippantly said, "Hey kids, this is the breakfast of champions right here,"  and thought nothing more of it all day.  Until the first thing D said to his dad when he got home from work that evening was, "Guess what?!  Mom bought us the Breakfast of Champions today!"  As if his father would know what he was talking about.  As if it were a delicious meal that everyone in the world but him had been enjoying for the entirety of his 8 years 5 months and 2 days.  We had a good laugh when I explained that, no, I had not bought a box of Wheaties --our children should be so lucky.  But here's where I knew I was really in trouble.  Almost as soon as I woke up Saturday morning I was bombarded by requests from my youngest son to "go get the Breakfast  of Champions again".  He was relentless.  And I complied.  And that is why I have to get up every morning to go to the gym.  The end.

1 comment:

  1. Sign me up for the new and improved breakfast of champions. I never liked the other one. You can also sign me up for a wallet with flower. Because if you made it, I know I want one.

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