Which one of US acted like THAT?

That's all I really want to know. Because ... you know the saying ... "what goes around, comes around", right? How about this one "how you treated your parents will be how your child treats you" or "how you acted as a child will be how your child acts."

Well, I can confirm without one seconds hesitation that I was a perfect child in every way; not easily excited, angered, or frustrated; able to entertain my self for hours on end with a good book; never flung myself from any piece of furniture; NEVER climbed any walls... A social butterfly, YES... but not a misfit. Oh, yeah ... there was one incident where I threw a butter knife at my sister and it stuck into the drywall. Ummmm, and the other incident where I threw a hand-held mirror at her and it broke in half. But those are minor, very unimportant and incidental things that happened in my vast lifetime, and I'm sure there weren't any other examples like that which I participated in.

Since I was such a good child, I can only assume that all our behavioral issues with our child stem from my husband's own behavior during his childhood... because I know for a FACT that he was a tree climbing, lamp breaking, ball-throwing-in-the-house; throw-brother-off-the-dirt-bike kind of boy. Yeah. It's all his fault.

Siiiiighhhhh! It's a long, yet short story. You see... last night, we had dinner at church at our regular dinner for a dollar Wednesdays. But we had a piece of meat in the refrigerator that had to be cooked before it went bad. So before we went to church, we grilled the meat for dinner tonight. Sorry if your confused, but it makes perfect sense to me.

Anyway, my husband is a total safety nut, and he very clearly warned our son not to touch the grill because it was very, very hot. Evidently... this is what my son heard: "Touch very, very hot grill... must touch now! Because it will be so cool! Touch! Touch! Hot! Touch!" And the moment my husband turned to get a set of tongs (or something like that)... Hunter touched the very, very hot grill because it was COOL TO DO SO. Even after being warned NOT TO.

Our ears received a lovely rendition of: "WAAAAAAAAAAA! Momadada! WAAAAAAAAAAA! Bunbun, HOT, WAAAAAAAAAA! Momadada! Bunnybunbun... WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

And when I asked him if he touched the grill, he nodded his head yes. And when I asked him if Daddy said not to touch the grill because it was hot, he nodded his head yes. No worries, though. Once I gave him the boo boo bunnybunbun, all was well again, because now he had something COLD and FUN to throw around the kitchen! Cool!

You see... I don't think I ever have to worry about saying to Hunter, "if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?" No. In fact, I'm more concerned that my child will be the very child jumping off of the bridge and inviting all his friends to join him, because it's COOL! And FUN! You know -- a natural born leader!

Lord ... help me now.