Carrying on the genes

There are many carrying on of genes to be celebrated when they get passed down.  A parent happy that their child wants to play the same sport they did or learning the same musical instrument, or having the same natural talent at something.  Well as you know I'm not the average bear so here's one of the genes I'm so happy my son, Incredible Hulk (IH) has carried on:

IH absolutely loves sticks.  There are other things he loves too, but sticks have a very tender spot in his heart.  When he looks at a stick he sees all the wonderful uses in the shape and form of the stick.  He also sees what it can become with a little ingenuity.  I happen to totally understand where he's coming from.  The right stick can make a hike become an epic journey.  The right stick can stop nettles from getting in your eye and poke at the cool slimy thing crawling on a rock that you're not quite ready to touch with your hand.  A stick can be used for defense or offense.  Anyway, sticks are cool.  I've found out at a very young age that not everyone appreciates sticks the way I do, so to find out my son loves them, makes me smile and feel all full up at the same time.  However, stick hoarding can erk other members of the family and I think IH would probably have a lot less sticks if it weren't for me.

This isn't the only tradition I'm proud of him for.  Today he made me giggle with glee.  He came inside and said he needed a paper bag and a marker.  This is what he wrote:

stiks 5 cents

Yes, he decided it was time to share his surplus of wonderful sticks and provide a service to the neighborhood.  His good friend, Green Lantern (neighbor boy - they have become good friends) was by his side to help with sales.  Of course as his Mom, I thought of him knocking on doors of neighbors I haven't met or that he might get his feelings hurt, but I decided this is a great moment that shouldn't be squashed.  I once was his age and decided the world needed the tiny agates (rocks) I would find and clean up.  I sold them for a penny each.  Not sure how many I sold, but I did sell some.  So, I didn't even do my hovering thing I'm so good at. He had taken his first step to understanding supply and demand and how to market a product.  His first step to becoming a productive member of society.  They were so determined, so eager, and so darn cute.  I'm not sure how many doors they knocked on, but they got to the end of the street.  He sold one stick and that was enough.  He is sure there are more people out there that need HIS sticks.

I think I might need one - he asked me if I did.  I'm sure I need a stick for something, right?

 

Kid Excerpts

Another excerpt from my superheros...

Hulk and Captain America are traveling together after a long hard day of saving the world.  They have been weakened by the toll of saving the day and their abilities to maintain their composure is waning...

Hulk: Give it back!
Captain America: How do you know it's yours?  It doesn't have your name on it.
Hulk: You KNOW it's mine.  I found it walking home from scho..I mean coming back from my important mission!
Captain America: If you catch it you can have it...

WHIP...SMAACK

Hulk:AHHHHHHHHH! You horrible person, I never want you in my life!  Why are you even ALIVE!
Captain America: OOOhhh, I didn't know it would hurt you!  AHHHHHHHH, why did you bite me?????? You have gone too far, I will give you the beating of your life!
Mom: (while driving) There will be consequences if I don't hear some apologies right NOW?

Mom's super sonic yell has made Hulk and Captain America realize their error.  For now the tempers have been neutralized by fear of impending doom.

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An interesting conversation after coloring Easter eggs.... 

Hulk: I want to keep these forever.  I think they look so pretty.
Mom: Sorry buddy they can't be kept forever, we will need to eat them so they don't go bad.
Hulk: Why would they go bad, you cooked them?
Mom: Well even when stuff gets cooked eventually bacteria grows and makes it rotten.
Hulk: I'll just keep one, okay?
Mom: I'm sorry kiddo we have to either eat them or throw them away, I'd rather eat your wonderful creations.  We'll be sure to take a picture.
Hulk: I know! We can carefully scrape out the egg on the inside and I can keep the shell!
Mom: I'm sorry kiddo but that would only work if it was raw.
Hulk: Then why did you cook it??!!

Hmmmm...yeah why did I cook it and then do something where he has to destroy his passionate, thoughtful, creative artwork?

Mom: How about next year we try taking out the raw egg first and then coloring the eggs shells?
Hulk: Ooookaaay.

Whew....dodged the bullet until next year.  I'll have to do some practicing on getting raw egg out of an eggshell - I know it can be done, but do I really have the patience?  We'll see NEXT year HAHAHAHAHAHAH! (that's my "what in the world did I do to myself for next year laugh" which I know because I may have done this to myself before - awesome Christmas lights next year anyone?)

Hulk: I don't think we have to wait for Easter to come again to dye eggs.
Mom: thinking: CRAP! this kid is too smart - says - Hmmmm?