In our House, we read the Los Angeles Times. We read it in the morning with our coffee and our breakfast as Kyle runs around the house and Brady whines for more food. Before the kids, I tried to train our dog, Frida, to run out and get the paper, but she was never interested in doing anything a good dog would do.
Kyle, however, has reached the age at which he loves being helpful. When the phone rings, he gallops through the house to get it and bring it to me. I can give him things to put in the garbage. After I go grocery shopping, he stuffs the empty plastic bags into the container I keep them in.
And now, he gets the newspaper for us in the morning. He runs outside in whatever he’s wearing (or not wearing), grabs it by its plastic bag, and runs back in, saying “You wanna have dis? Wanna have dis?”
This is where other bloggers would make the joke that if I could just get him to mix a good martini, we’d be all set. But I am not at that level. All I need him to do is figure out how to open a cold Coors Light.
Jacks is also in a helpful stage with the garbage, unloading the dishwasher, groceries away, setting the table, too. It IS nice. He DOES like to bring me my drink now too, but I think it is to try to get some.
I have to be slightly more cautious on what beverage he is grabbing. Last Saturday night, in a state somewhere between awake and asleep, as part of his God Blesses, he said, “And God bless the beeer.”
It was all I could do to get out of his room before bursting out laughing.
He did insist on saying prayers, but blessing the beer? Perhaps he will be well balanced….
that was me. suz