You know that whole thing where we become our parents? Well it’s happening to me.
As a young sprog at school I remember hearing this expression and wondering which parent I’d become.
Being a bit of a mummy’s boy, I thought I wouldn’t mind turning out like my mum. At the very least she could really cook.
The idea of turning out like my dad was scarier. As a child he was always big and loud and the disciplinarian. But then he also cooked a mean BBQ.
Ultimately, though, I didn’t see myself turning into either of them. I mean, they were old, to a teenager. Well, mum was. Dad was old and fat.
That can’t look like me! I thought. But then I looked at the photo and, upside down anyway, it certainly does.So when I was looking at a new picture book Tracey had ordered of old family photos and Miss5 came up and pointed to an upside down photo of my father and said, “That’s you daddy!” I I balked a bit.
So I guess that answers my teenage question: I’ve turned into my father. Except….
This morning I was racing around getting ready for work. I’d showered, shaved and brushed my pearly whites when I realized when I’d brought the wrong shirt in.
I stepped into the hallway just as Master7 was coming through from the lounge room. He took one look at my naked chest and his face exploded into a huge grin and basically said something which tells me I’ve become a little bit of both my parents.
“You’ve got boobies!” he yelled.
Not quite sure how I feel about that. Poorly is my first thought.
When not typing away over here and checking his stats every two minutes
Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’ Facebook Page.
’raising a family on little more than laughs’