The other night, while on the phone with my favorite 10 year old, we had the following conversation:
her: I gave everyone in my class a nut name
me: Really? Like what?
her: Nut-nut, Nutty 13
me: oh. What do they call you?
her: the evil one
Yeah, you can see my influence on the child. I'm having a lot of fun with her lately. Last night, we were on the phone and playing an online game together. She beat me every single round. And, what I think she likes more than beating me is the exclamations of pain and agony that go along with a sound beating. Although, I do admit, one time I did let a "grown up word" fly. Nothing she hasn't said herself. But, I'm suppose to act like the responsible monkey.
In just a little while, we'll be taking our favorite 10 year old on a little vacation. This is a first for us, taking a kid with us on vacation rather than a drinking buddy. Of course, if she hadn't beaten me so badly in the game last night, I might have been willing to share my beers with her. But, nope, I'm gonna keep them to myself.
But, I did realize that this age is sort of a practical joke on the part of mother nature. 10 year olds are so much fun. They can dress themselves. They can take a bath and go to the bathroom by themselves. They have a sense of humor and a vocabulary. But, they still want to hang out with you and include you in their lives. But, I know that the days of headphones and bad poetry and glares that go past you are not that far off.
I plan to enjoy as much of this age as I can, and hope that the teen years aren't too bad.