by Robin
I love living in a coastal Florida town. It is so different than my Northern roots of growing up in snowdrifts and hot chocolate.
Today, as I was making lunch, my 10 yr old was sitting on the counter next to me. We have some great conversations while cooking together. It is there where I learn so much about what interests him. It is his one-on-one time with me.
So Andrew asks me, "Mom, you know that game 'Sharks and Minnows'?"
"No dear." I answered. "Is it like tag?"
"Not really Mom. It's more like 'Octopus tag'. Do you know that game Mom?"
"No, I don't think so." I replied again. "Are you the shark honey?"
"No. (long pause) Well......... the tadpoles are on one side of the gym and the shark is in the middle of the gym. He yells 'GO!' and all the tapoles run to the otherside of the gym. He tries to catch as many tadpoles as he can. Then it starts again from the other end of the gym."
I looked at him with a smile on my face and said, "I guess we didn't have anything like that in New York." He gave me a quick kiss on my arm as if to comfort me. I'm so glad he embraces our differences. Or is it that he just feels sorry for me, a Northerner, who never got to play such aquatic games. The only aquatic game I played was "Leap Frog". Not very aquatic at that. I think we were more toadish. LOL.
2 comments:
I played this with my friends but we called it Sharks and Minnows!
Oh, my mistake. That's what I meant to put in there. * correction, not tadpoles. Sharks & Minnows.... D'oh.
This coming from a woman who has seen way too many tadpoles this summer.
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