|Picture from Bings time in China...|
So what was I to do? On a regular basis, I was now bringing home flowers and chocolate for two women. It was cute for a while, but now that there are three girls in the house, the flowers are getting expensive.
But what I love the most about this, is how I can see the similarities between Mom and Daughter(s) here...
Me: Hey! I'm home!
Miss G: (voice from the basement) I SMELL CHOCOLATE!
Me: What?! How can you smell chocolate?!
Miss G runs up from the basement and stands in front of me, hands on hips...
Miss G: Did you have chocolate?
Me: What?! When? I just got home from work.
Miss G: Well I smell chocolate.
Me: I don't have any chocolate baby.
Miss G: But did you EAT any chocolate.
Me: Ummm, yes, I got a chocolate bar when I got gas on the way home. But that was like a half hour ago!
Miss G: You had a chocolate bar! And you didn't get ME one!
Me: You weren't supposed to know I had one!
Wife: (voice from upstairs) I smell chocolate!
Ping: (coming a little late to the game, I don't think her "chocolate sense" is as strong yet) You bring me chocolate?!
Me: No! I didn't bring anyone chocolate! While I was driving home, after work, I got myself a chocolate bar at the gas station!
All 3 Girls: Whaaaaaa!!!
Me: *siiiigh* I'll be right back... with chocolate.
Yes, there is a strong similarity between mother and daughters...
But to be fair... I guess there are some similarities with me and the boy(s)...
Wife: Bing! When Daddy go to store, you tell Daddy - buy Chocolate Cake!
Wife: Cho-co-la-te cake!
Wife: Yes! That's right! Chocolate!
Bing: (shrugs shoulders) Otay.
Wife: haha! See! Bing agrees with Chocolate. You have to get me chocolate now.
Me: Really? Hey, Bing, you want a big stereo with 72" speakers loud enough to knock you over?
Bing: YEAAAAAAA!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! YE-SH!!!
Me: Well, I guess we need to get a stereo as well.
Yea, I know Bing has only been with us for a couple months, but already, I can tell there are some family traits rubbing off on him... :-) And that makes me happy. Slowly he is starting to feel more and more like "ours", and less and less like "China's*".
* == Not that there is anything wrong with being "China's"...