Stabbing me with the Age Fork

As you have been told I have four children and as promised this will be an explanation of my curled haired two year old son, Rocky.

This boy has always been a surprise, but what most surprising is his penchant for fun and how it reminds me that I am getting old.

This crazy cook of a child was born very small and from the beginning showed his cat like features. And how old each one of us has gotten. He started out as independent as a kitten so excited for the world he forgot to breath and had to have a bit of help with that and eating.

Rocky reminds me everyday that he was born when I was over thirty.... He is literally the human embodiment of a cat. You may not know him like I do but I will try and and give the most accurate description.

Now, then here's where the warlike  and adventurous natures come in. Rockford, (yes I said Rockford as in Jim Rockford of the Rockford Files. Hard nosed excon turned private investigator.) Yes, I watched many episodes in syndication with my Dad, Wayne Sr.

I will go back a bit. I was putting one of Rocky's birthday gifts together. A big "little tykes cozy truck." Not at all hard to put together if you don't read the directions, however if you do make it simpler and just flip the manual upside down and go from there at least it will be gibberish you can understand and I am fluent in gibberish holding hour long conversations with the previously stated curly haired imp that reminds me my young child imagination meter is not at all what it was when I was two.

The Rockman couldn't wait for me to finish his truck so he climbed in with steering well in hand and started playing. ("Beeep beeep, moob, out way") This truck had no wheels but did he care??? NO, NOT A SINGLE BIT! He was shoving and pushing and just moving that thing in his mode of helping.

This is the cat coming out. He gets out of the unfinished truck to my relief b/c I knew I had a short window. The turkey goes over to the big box and starts playing in it. He pokes his head out to check on my progress and gets out and comes over to slap the truck to help fix it. He turns back and the bigger imp, Addy, was in his box.

Enraged in toddler tirades of anger and jealousy, he jumps on the box essentially trapping his sister turning to mom and me with that grin only a two year old can throw. You guessed it, yes it reminded me I was not young like him anymore. As if sensing my thoughts he runs over and gives me a big Rock crushing hug, pun intended. I couldn't  help but join in the "ahhh that's so cute, Thank you Bubby. " until he throws that smile that says here comes you age fork dad. Where no one else could see he pats my belly. (Yes I am lumpy in my tummy.) "You little turd, you are two and already a complete smart mouth smarmy turd like your dad. Can you focus some of that on your mom?"

So to recap this fun loving nightmare he played the cat with and unfinished toy and a box then showed love like only a can't could. (Here I am, pet me!!! Ok, that wasn't good enough here is a reminder that you are old.)

See now you understand. And guess what, he will always remind me of my age like his three sisters could never even imagine.

For another time thank you