So Bell once again has been sent off to school safely. This is her first year of going and it’s hard for Daddy to let his youngest girl get on the bus. I’ll be alright though, Bell seems to be brave enough for the both of us. Yesterday, she got on the bus all alone. I’m not sure if Faith or Trinity could have done that at the same age. She’s a very strong minded little girl. Bell wants to be grown up so badly. I think riding on the bus makes here feel older. The Driver seems really nice! He has a Santa Claus look to him and for some reason that makes it easier for Daddy to let his little girl get on. I tend to be a little protective of my Bell-Bell. In my mind, she can do no wrong!
This morning though, while waiting for the bus to come, Logan and her made what they called a bridge in our living room. It was a mixture of cushions, boxes and some sort of old board? (Not sure where that was dug up from?!) As they were happily crossing it, I was invited to partake too, but I’m pretty sure their design was not up to DOT standards. It was pretty rickety and when you look at a bridge, you’re not supposed to think, “That things coming down!” You’re supposed to feel safe and secure. So when they asked me if I wanted to give it a try, I declined their offer and went around the long way. Anyway, the point of the bridge story is how Mom says maybe Bell is the one who comes up with all the naughty ideas and Logan just gets dragged in with her. Although, mind you, he is a very willing participant! You see, out of all our children, Bell is the most like me. She has my brown eyes, my darker skin and a whole bunch of things that just scream me. This also seems to include the need to be mischievous.
As a child, I was very prone to misconduct!
The best example of my kid misdeeds can all be summed up in one story. It has to do with my Dad and me going to the barber shop. I remember being very bored there and left without Dad knowing. I decided to go to the grocery store next door. They had carts made just for kids! Shopping there was great fun, this however, was the first time I’d ever gone alone. So, I went in, took the little cart (probably now banned because of me) and started to shop. I remember picking out all sorts of things; soda, cereal, canned soup, dog food, (I had to think of the dogs). I even remember putting some type of large frozen meat on top of everything! Anyway, let’s just say that little cart had never been so full and had gotten really heavy! I still remember the questioning look given by the checkout lady as I struggled up to the register.
This though, did not deter me from proceeding forward. I put everything onto the magic moving counter and believe the confidence I bestowed in myself is what actually convinced the lady to ring things up. However, as they say, all good things must come to an end and my little shopping spree was about to end quickly. As a six year old, I had no money to my name! So, when the checkout lady gave me the total of fifty some odd dollars, the little dream world I’d been living in suddenly exploded back to reality. Obviously, I did the only possible thing for a little boy to do and ran out of the store as fast as I could! I fled the scene of the crime, went back to the barber shop and never told my Dad a word about it. Now, I didn’t exactly make the American’s Most Wanted list for this event, but I was recognized by that same cashier the next time we went to the store. Hey, it was a small town, she might have been the only checkout lady they had. My chances of getting away with it were very slim! Luckily, my Mom and her only laughed at me, thinking it was really cute. This is just one of the many instances as a kid where I got myself into trouble and is probably why I’m easier going when Bell wreaks havoc. Kind of like an artist respecting another’s craft or trade.
So, I supppppppose it’s possible Bell’s mischievous behavior could come from me. I supppppppose, even though I don’t really want to admit it, that Mom’s theory about Bell may be correct. But what about our little girl’s over the top, diva like behavior? Hmmmmmmm, I’m wondering, who can we blame for that? I think we all know it’s not Daddy.
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