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.