My 4th Grade Son's Diving Mission! Find the Feathers That Can't Read the Room!
Hello, this is R-runrun😊
My 4th grade son usually takes a bath by himself, but when we're pressed for time or our schedules overlap, he sometimes joins me.
I think it's fine until he's in 5th grade—but today was one of those“parent-child bath” days.
Recently, my youngest daughter, Momo, who is in her final year of preschool, has been obsessed with practicing putting her face in the water while wearinggogglesin the bath. Influenced by this,my son said, "I want to dive too!"and brought his own goggles.
Preschooler Momo, 2nd grader Pippi with Down syndrome (who is the same size as Momo), my 4th grade son, and me at 43—yes, the bathtub was already at full capacity.
While everyone else had to bend their legs to fit, my personal rule is to stretch my legs out fully to maintain my maternal dignity.
That's when the goggle diving began. Momo didn't bring her goggles today, which was a relief, butmy son was full of enthusiasm.
Wow, it's so cramped,I thought, and then I had aflash of inspiration!
“Children are creatures who will happily do anything if you give them a ‘mission’.”
That is.
“Hey, hey, find the feathers (stray hairs) that can't read the room and have landed on Mommy's legs!”
Yes, between my Sunday news flash articles and recent posts, I apologize for all the “feather (hair) content.” I started this note aiming to write like an adult, but before I knew it, it became a collection of daily life skits... I've given up. Because my daily life isn't very adult-like, there's no room for sophisticated writing. In the end, my “life is all about laughing” personality keeps showing through. I actually debated for about three minutes whether to write this article. After all, I am a girl. Lol. But to everyone who comes to peek at R-runrun, I'm afraid this personality of mine is already exposed, isn't it... Beautiful writing is something I get enough of from all of your wonderful articles. I'm just the person who gets to peek into that world and exclaim, “Oh, how lovely! I love it!”
To get back to the story, my legs are, to put it clearly, as fine-textured as the skin of my 5-year-old Momo (I want to transplant it to my face, lol).
And compared to my husband Macaroni's, mine are like spaghettini. Quite the finish.
Back in my esthetician days, I did hair removal on myself, so my legs are smooth, but occasionallystubborn feathers that can't read the room descend from under the skin. So, mission start!
“Son! Begin diving! Find the intrusive feathers on Mother's legs and secure (remove) them!”Aye-aye sir (he didn't actually say that), but entrusted with the mission, my son dove into the water with sparkling eyes to hunt for my feathers. ──Bubble bubble bubble
“Found one!!”
“Alright, secured! Ouch!”
──Bubble bubble bubble
“Found one!!”
“Alright, secured! Ouch!”
We repeated this about five times in total, and the intrusive feathers on Mother's legs were beautifully sent to heaven. If I hadn't given my son this mission, the bathroom would have surely turned into a chorus of
“You're in the way!” “Move!”but thanks to my brilliant idea, it remained peaceful. Nice save!
A night where I want to praise myself. I've forgotten my embarrassment and am in a happy, carefree, and cheerful state of mind.
Ah, the content is really shallow, isn't it? (lol)
(I'm too embarrassed to ever meet you all in person.)
Click here for the episode about the innocent feather👇
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