Groovy Kids

In past posts I have poked a lot of fun at my children.  I have called them: brats, little monsters, fun-suckers, restless natives, little indians, spoiled rotten and other unflattering names.  Calling someone names in our home has long been an insult.  Somewhere around 14 years ago while driving to the airport to spend three weeks away with our children, the children (ungratefuls) were arguing in the back seat.  This worried  me immensely as we would be in an airplane for five hours and then away for three weeks together in close quarters.  I inquired as to what the problem was.  The girls said the boy was calling them names.  I demanded that he not call them names and that they would just get along.  Shortly after that, upon arriving at the airport, the boy got our of the car and glared at his sisters.  "Names!" he said, intending to highly insult them.  He figured if I told him not to call them names, then names must mean something bad.  So for many years now, when trying to rub each other, they often revert back to that time and call each other, "Names!"  In spite of the fact that I have called my children many "Names" in the past, they have recently matured into some pretty swell people.  I surely do intend to keep poking fun at them in the future, lest they get a big head.  However, for today I will just say I've got some pretty groovy kids.  Thanks kids, for Colonial Williamsburg and Florida.  Love from your nifty mom.