Kids

I’ve had my nine-month old nephew and my three-year-old niece running around my life for the last week and a half, and I’ve come to an amusing conclusion.

There is absolutely no such thing as a normal kid.

There just isn’t. It’s a myth. Biologically average, maybe, exhibiting standard behavioral markers for their age and whatnot …

But normal, if it ever existed, is dead. We’re all weirdos. At some point it gets drummed out of us, if we’re unlucky.

Case in point? My niece is wearing the coyote on her head because she saw me doing it. Then she decided “he likes being up there”.

By the way, if you still want to win one to put on YOUR head, see the previous entry.