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I love to rock Kendyll. I just love that baby so much. I love being a gramma. I’ve got Nick to thank for that. Let’s hope she doesn’t get her daddy’s temper.
Yesterday, Nick and his dad had a little spat. Okay, I admit, when it comes to Nick and his dad, no spat is little. They’re two of a kind. They love each other but when they fight, they yell. Loud.
Of course, it never lasts long. They made up tonight. That’s good. I don’t like when my boys are mad at their dad.
I still remember the first time Nick got mad at his dad. Nick wanted something - I can’t remember what - and Brian told him “no.” In fact, Brian had to tell Nick no several times. Finally, Nick got up and got the thing he wanted himself. Brian got up and took it off of Nick. Nick threw at tantrum. And yes, I’m talking about a full blown tantrum. (He was about 3 at the time.)
Nick screamed, “I hate you!”
Brian nodded and said, “I love you.”
Nick screamed, “You’re not my father.”
Brian said, “Then someone else ought to be paying the bills around here.”
And then Nick delivered what he thought would be the most devastating, insulting retort he could think of. Nick screamed, half sneering, “Yeah, well I don’t like your truck, either!”
It was all we could do to keep straight faces. And that is how most of their disagreements end. Or begin.
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I’m glad things are better. And that’s a funny story.
Awww…I’m glad it worked out. What a great story. Men take their trucks seriously.
hahaha that is just too much