An Argument for Genetics

My two boys are pretty smart. Medium Pants was awarded the "Science Student of the Year" award this year for the highest science GPA in 4th grade. He was also on the president's honor roll. He gets all that science stuff from his father, not me. Small Pants can count, rattle off the Red Sox infield and tell you who wore #9, but he is all about sports. I am pretty sure where he gets that too.

Medium Pants wants to be either a judge or a vet when he grows up. Both excellent choices of which he is quite capable of doing well. Small Pants wants to be David Ortiz. Big Papi. I laugh every time he says it because he doesn't realize that he will never be able to be a black man. Michael Jackson became a white guy, but I don't think we could afford to support Small Pant's metomorphosis, so he's out of luck.

I think Medium Pants will do well in school. He is very smart and enjoys learning - wants to know more. Unlike his father and I, who skated through and kept our grades up enough just to play ball. I was an A & B student, but never made an effort. I am not a genius, I was just gifted with a great memory. It has since lost most of it's power - something about brain cells being killed or something. I don't know. Small Pants is just going to want to play sports. That is fine by me, but I will emphasize the importance of applying yourself to your schoolwork.

I worry about them both because how can you not in today's world. And I worry I am not doing everything I should for them. I know that no parent is perfect, but I try. Sometimes I wonder what they will remember as adults about how we were as parents. I hope they have good memories. I know they will always know that we love them.

I am going out of town for a few days on business, so no entries. Sorry, I should have put more effort into this one, I guess. I am not very excited about it - all my responsibilities are here and while a few days away would seem nice, I know I will miss all my Pants. They will be fine, I know. Their daddy will take good care of them. I will have to clean the house again when I get home, I'll bet. See? Yet another thing to look forward too.

I just keep praying that Small Pants will not be made fun of when he shows up in something that TOTALLY does not match. Medium Pants can dress himself, thank goodness. I just hope Pants makes sure they take baths. Swimming in the pool does not count as a bath, dear. There was no soap involved, remember?

So I'll be back later next week and after I clean my house and scrub my poor chlorined kids, I'll tell you about the trip. Or atleast try and write a slightly entertaining entry, since this one sucks.