A Perfect Example Of Fakebooking
2 years, 3 months.
There’s nothing quite like sleeping in until 8:30 on a Saturday morning, then sliding out of bed and making our way to get our soy lattes as a family.
You always let Mommy and I get you dressed without putting up a fight and it’s just a stress-free, relaxing drive anytime we drive anywhere.
In fact, this time we happen to see a family of deer crossing the road on our way there. And then as if that wasn’t enough, a bald eagle flew over our car and led us all the way to Starbucks… like we didn’t already know the way. LOL!
After Mommy and I ordered our coffees, you ordered your favorite drink yourself:
“Yes sir, I would like a short cup of whipped cream, please. That’s 8 ounces, which is the square root of 64.”
The barista was so impressed by your vocabulary and knowledge of math skills.
Ugh! I’m such a bad dad for not thinking much about it anymore…
It’s just that since your daycare had you skip two grades, from the 2 year-olds to the 4 year-olds class, and on top of that, placed you in the gifted program, well… let’s just say I’m used to it by now.
There aren’t a whole lot of 2 year-olds who know how to solve a Rubik’s Cube as quickly as you can… just sayin’!
Anyway, the three of us just chillaxed there on the patio while lightly jamming to the likes of Mumford & Sons. I really need to upload their newest album, Babel, onto your iPod touch.
Wait, what am I saying? That’s ridiculous…
You don’t need me to do that! I forget you like to upload your own music without any of my help.
I guess what I’m saying is that it was a great weekend, like every weekend for us.
You make being a parent easy, kid. I remember our recent man-to-man talk when I asked you, “Son, when are these so-called Terrible Two’s going to happen?”
I’ll never forget it. You placed your hand on my shoulder, looked me straight in the eyes and replied:
“Pops, you and Mommy have enough to worry about. I’ll let you guys off the hook. I can be mature about the whole thing. Whenever I want something, I’ll just ask politely. If you say no, then I’ll be calm and respect your decision, directing my thoughts to a more positive place.”
I tell you, kid. Sometimes I wonder if I’m not just living the dream.
Pinch me, because this all seems too good to be true.
Author’s note: In case the title of this post didn’t make it clear, this was simply an exaggerated example of what Fakebooking is. I am not actually this pretentious; at least I am hope not!
For a more official introduction of Fakebooking, click here to read “I Fakebook Daily And I’m Not Ashamed To Admit It.”