Threeto Wisdom

No matter how many times my children remind me, I am always in awe of just how fundamentally different each child can be. I am also somewhat frightened by some of the personality traits that I don’t have control over. I asked the girls a few questions just to see what types of responses I would get from a seven, five, and four year old.

First question is “What makes you happy?”

Jane answers, “Horses. Oh oh! Riding Horses! My happiest was sitting on Prince (a horse that has since died) when I was a baby.”

Prima answers, “Unicorns! Dancing in ballet class makes me happy. My happiest day was signing up for ballet class. I like funny jokes!”

Don Threeto still has a tendency towards baby talk but she answers with enthusiasm, “Wombat!” I ask her, “Did you really say Wombat? Do you know what a wombat is?” Her reply, “No no no, Combat!”

Even better.

I thought it made sense for a kid who may lead a crime syndicate one day.

She wasn’t done with the question and then told me, “Long Necks!” Which I hope is a dinosaur and not glass bottles of beer.

Second question is “What makes you sad?”

Jane gives a heartfelt response, “When Mamaw’s old horse named Magic died. Then a boy in my class said he was happy magic died. I hate him.”

I told her that “hate” is a strong word but anyone who delights in someone losing a pet may qualify for a strong word. I assured her that he may be trying to pick at her because he likes her and doesn’t understand how much she loves animals. I also told her that he might actually be an asshole and that one day she may have no choice but to kick his ass and to use her discretion. Jane isn’t an aggressor but one of her sisters make take up that slack.

Prima may not be much help because her answer to the sad question was, “If I don’t get to play music or if someone beats me up.” She is about two grade levels above her size so I think the getting beat up has to be empathy and not actual experience. She is a gentle giant type of personality and wants everyone to be happy.

Don Threeto tackled the question with the same aggressive randomness that I have started to expect.

“What makes you sad Threeto?”


“Reindeer make you sad?”

“Yeah and dead ones too.”

“So pretty much all Reindeer are just depressing for you?”

“Yeah. And puppies.”

“Good to know.”

So just some side notes. Two of the children are loving and compassionate. One is not yet forming sentences and the family gangster is pleased by combat and beer bottles while being depressed by puppies and reindeer. I love that kid, we honestly broke the mold when she popped out.

These question and answer sessions are always interesting. Over the weekend Prima came running into the kitchen laughing and trying to tell me what Threeto said. Once she calmed down and I could pick out the words inside the laughter I figured out two things:

1) Don Threeto says she named two of her turds (Larry and Bob).

2) These magical turds are alive and Don Threeto can text them with an iPad.

I wonder if the app is named iPood.

Lady Bug has a full understanding of what is said to her but her responses are limited to words that only a few people understand. She is the baby of the family and in true cute-as-a-button fashion she tugged at my heart strings.

“What makes you happy Lady Bug?”

“Da Da.”

“Daddy makes you happy?”

She grins and then gives a coy sideways glance, “No. Hahahaha”

Little rat.

Some families form pop bands like Hanson or the Partridge Family. Mine can’t sing or perform but they will be the perfect team. Focus, compassion, enforcement, and deceptive cuteness. A deadly wolf pack.

So if you expected to shape and mold your children into caring citizens of the world only to find out that your attempts are useless, this post is for you. You’re welcome.

-Underdaddy to the rescue.

Bittersweet and Truck Nuts

Holidays are in the past and Monday will mark the return to reality for our family. It was just as fun and stressful as I thought it might be. We made some good memories and made it home all in one piece. Life is about the journey and not the destination. That inspired some deep thinking while driving through constant rain for 5 hours while we travelled home. Before we do that I would like to make a quick side note:

To the owner of a jacked up Dodge Ram Crew Cab,

You may get less suggestions that your oversized truck is a replacement for your undersized penis if you didn’t hang silver bull nuts off the back of it. Put a ball in the trailer hitch area. At least try to lie to people and make them think the truck is necessary. Also, I apologize for only travelling at eighty five miles per hour in the rain. It must have been excruciating to slow down from the one hundred and five mile per hour you are used to. Those flashing lights and riding my ass really helped wake me up. I hope you didn’t miss your hair plug appointment. I know how that can really ruin your attitude at the gym the next day. What are you working on? Arms? Chest? Both? I bet it is both.


Okay sorry about that. Where were we? Oh yeah that feeling of depression right after something that you really enjoy. I remember the afternoon of Christmas was like an excited hangover. Here are some other things I think fit as happy hangovers:

  1. Reading and finishing what you know is the last book in a series.
  2. Reaching the end of a really good conversation with the kids and having to do something else.
  3. Arriving home after a vacation and dumping out the dirty clothes to be washed tomorrow. Boo.
  4. Seeing a really close old friend that you haven’t seen in years only to find out their life now sucks or they haven’t grown up since high school.
  5. Ending a perfect romantic evening, knowing it was special and that it may be a while before it happens again.
  6. Having fun at a wedding reception, bar, or friend’s house and suddenly the significant other is ready to go. You walk out knowing that fun will continue to be had.
  7. Thinking there is one more potato chip in the bag but there isn’t.
  8. Seeing an empty Christmas tree looking battered and war torn. Knowing you have to put that stuff away before the New Years party.
  9. Finding a good thirty five percent of the new Christmas toys missing, scattered, or broken within twenty four hours of Christmas.
  10. Watching Dexter and you finish season eight but know you should have stopped at seven. (The episode where Rita dies is also on my list of hangovers, that one took me a week to get over)
  11. Sitting with your dog at Christmas and knowing it may be her last. Love my Biscuit and her dirty diaper wearing condition.
  12. Not writing down family stories during the family visits to have a better history for my kids. We always leave smiling about how similar everyone is and whose personality pops up where but I’ve never made record of it and I should.
  13. That feeling right after you beat a video game that was really hard and took a long time. The fun leaves in an instant.
  14. You are having fun with the kids and one of them gets tired/hungry/hurt and ruins the groove.

These are all things that suck and are killers of fun and good feelings.

What puts a bittersweet smack down on your fun. What gives you a happiness hangover?