Thursday nights were always great when I was growing up. My family would gather around the tv and watch episodes of "Family Ties" and "The Cosby Show" almost every week. On a REALLY special Thursday evening my Dad and I would jump in his truck before the shows came on and get a pizza for dinner from a place called "Romano's." I can remember the smell of that pizza like it was yesterday. My parents, my older brother and I would gather 'round with our plates of Italian perfection and laugh as the shows aired. I always remembered that there were parts of "The Cosby Show" especially that would make my parents laugh hysterically while my brother and I seemed to have missed the joke. Bill Cosby could simply give a "look" or a one-liner and it would send my Mom and Dad into hysterics. There seemed to be a secret language that only they knew.
Late one night, my husband and I were flipping through the channels and stumbled upon an old episode of "The Cosby Show." This time around, my jaw dropped and I got it. It had been so long since I had seen the show and to watch it now through the eyes of a parent with a house full of wild kids, it took on a whole new meaning. I now sympathized with Claire at her sometimes absent-minded husband and rolled over laughing at Heathcliff and his utter disbelief in the acts of his children.
Just this morning in the hustle and bustle of getting ready for school, I walked into the kitchen to find my husband pouring cups of milk for the boys as they had smiles from ear to ear. Our seven and eight year old sons were shoving huge chocolate brownies in their mouths for breakfast. I literally froze with my eyes wide open while Adam stopped in mid-pour. He looked up at me with a grin and said, "What?! I'm giving them MILK for breakfast too!" The only thing I could hear in my head was, "Dad is GREAT! He gives us CHOCOLATE CAKE!"
Yes, it is a language that I now understand too.
Late one night, my husband and I were flipping through the channels and stumbled upon an old episode of "The Cosby Show." This time around, my jaw dropped and I got it. It had been so long since I had seen the show and to watch it now through the eyes of a parent with a house full of wild kids, it took on a whole new meaning. I now sympathized with Claire at her sometimes absent-minded husband and rolled over laughing at Heathcliff and his utter disbelief in the acts of his children.
Just this morning in the hustle and bustle of getting ready for school, I walked into the kitchen to find my husband pouring cups of milk for the boys as they had smiles from ear to ear. Our seven and eight year old sons were shoving huge chocolate brownies in their mouths for breakfast. I literally froze with my eyes wide open while Adam stopped in mid-pour. He looked up at me with a grin and said, "What?! I'm giving them MILK for breakfast too!" The only thing I could hear in my head was, "Dad is GREAT! He gives us CHOCOLATE CAKE!"
Yes, it is a language that I now understand too.
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