I was remembering the other day some of the silly things I used to do when I was little. While I find my children's nuances are adorable, I am a bit less kind when remembering my own childhood quirks.
My sisters were cut from the same (sometimes dorky) cloth. The epitome of our dorkiness came while driving in any city with tall buildings. My father has a terrible fear of heights. With this bit of information, and the spirit of one-up-manship, we would be on the look out for the tallest of buildings.
Oooooh! There's a tall one, "Hey, Daddy! How would you like to jump off of that building?"
With exaggerated trepidation, "Oh, no. I would not like to jump off of that building. Waaaaaay too scary."
Then someone else would spy another tall building, and this conversation would play out over, and over, and over again.
I am so glad my children only ever ask, "How much farther?"
Am I the only one that was a bit dorkish as a child?