Weird Stuff the Kids and I Do in the Mornings

When you hang out with other humans on a regular basis, particularly kids, you start incorporating weird little habits into your routine that only make sense to the people involved.

Or is that just because Lucas, Maxwell, and I are odd?

Anyway, I thought I’d record some of ours.

Every Friday, we start our car ride to school by listening to Rebecca Black’s “Friday” a few times. We use this as an opportunity to yell at the song, shouting things like “We got the idea the first time you said that!” and “There’s no room in the front seat!” and “Saturday comes after Friday? YOU ARE KIDDING ME!”

One time Maxwell asked me what the handle on the ceiling above his door was called. I know that as the oh shit handle, but I thought quick and told him it was the oh shoot handle. So now periodically when we’re driving, he grabs the handle and shouts, “OH, SHOOT!”

For a reason I can’t remember, every time we pass a red car, we say, “Remember, red cars are our friends.”

I serve breakfast family-style and usually try to have at least a few choices for what to eat. Most mornings, Lucas arranges the food on his plate to make a face.

I’ve taught the boys that when I say “suit up,” they should put their coats and boots and whatever on. Now they say things like “Is it time to suit up?” or “I’m suiting up” and it makes me laugh a little inside my head every time.


  1. Posted March 30, 2012 at 8:12 pm | Permalink

    I think you should say “Mount Up” instead. But, again, there’s that “Wire” reference you won’t understand.

    I spent about 10 minutes cradling my head this morning at 6:15am hoping the crying would stop. That’s not too different from most mornings, really.

  2. Jenmcmitchell
    Posted March 30, 2012 at 8:34 pm | Permalink

    We have a propensity toward yellow cars.
    I don’t know that they are our friends, but we like to shout things at them like, “Hey there, yellow car” and “You are very yellow.”

  3. adrienne
    Posted March 31, 2012 at 7:32 am | Permalink

    Jeffrey, Fine, I’ll add “The Wire” to my list. Momster really likes that show, too, and maybe I’m finally forgiving Baltimore for my mugging experience. I only lost $40: it wasn’t that bad.

    You have to find a better morning routine. Sometimes when I’m really tired, the boys and I stagger around the living room like zombies moaning “coooooffffeeeeee, cooooooffffeeeee” for a while. It keeps Max off my nerves while the coffee’s brewing. I suppose the boys will grow up to be caffeine addicts like me, but I’m okay with that.

    Jen, I like that. Yellow cars are more rare and worth noticing, I think.

  4. Posted March 31, 2012 at 9:39 am | Permalink

    And this is just another little kernel of childhood goodness the two of them are storing away to blog about in 2032.

  5. adrienne
    Posted March 31, 2012 at 9:45 am | Permalink

    Oh, thanks, I hope so. I am not fun and games every day, certainly, but I try to stay aware of the example I’m setting about how to live and respond to the world. I try to remember that I can help be a part of fond memories. And also, like I told them on the morning I made them pancakes this week, I hope they remember these things and take care of me when I’m old.

  6. Posted March 31, 2012 at 10:42 am | Permalink

    The Friday song! Lalalalalala, I can’t hear you.

    I thought the handle on the roof of the car was to hang suits and dresses. Geez, I’ve been out of the loop.

    Now, I need to go suit up….

  7. adrienne
    Posted March 31, 2012 at 10:54 am | Permalink

    That is, in fact, what that handle is for, Farida, but since I grew up in an environment in which no one had suits or dresses to hang on the handle, I didn’t know that until I was well into adulthood. One of the great things about growing up in the way I did is that the wider world is one surprise after another.

    If I burn in hell, it may very well be because I am the reason my godsons know all the words to the Friday song.

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