Little people

Generally I don’t think of kids as little versions of us. I mean, how many of us think we’re a little version of our mom or dad? We may have some similarities or the same tastes and even look alike, but we’re all our individual selves.

Sometimes though, it’s so easy to see kids as being little replicas of their parents. My little neice is the head honcho when she gets around kids smaller than her. And from pictures ( I don’t have a good memory, remember?) I know the same was true with my sister. She was the head of our play gymnastics squad, our teacher when we played school and she even married my brother and I once in a little but, lovely wedding ceremony.

So tonight when all the cousins were enjoying a bag of cookies, it was no surprise that London ended up with the whole bag, then dispersed them as needed.

Meanwhile little Finn was so easygoing, just playing, and kinda quiet. A lot like his dad. And then there’s Grant. He’s a riot, always saying funny stuff, and there’s usually flashing involved. Yep, a lot like my brother. Sorry family, for exploiting you for writing material.

It’s funny too how much they copy you and do anything you do or say too. I can’t even sweep anymore without having an extra broom available for my sidekick.

I also forget that 3-year-olds are going to question or call you out on anything you say, so you have to be prepared. Tonight I couldn’t get the portable DVD player to work, and I said “guess I need to call in the big guns, Steve.” (My husband is more of the technical one here.) Grant said “What big guns?” “Why do you need a big gun?” London chimed in “I want to watch big guns.” Oops. Guess I taught them a new phrase.

So, yeah, our little minis are learning to be just like us. I hope tomorrow ours picks up our ability to sleep late.