Unfortunately, we couldn’t go to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving this year thanks to my unexpected tooth surgery. But because of the magic of Skype, we were able to visit with my family that afternoon.
My little, 18-month old nephew was there, and having recently gotten steady enough on his feet to RUUUUUUUNNNNNNN! everywhere, I mostly just saw the top of his little blond head whiz by from time to time.
His parents were eventually able to get him to sit on Grandma’s lap for a few minutes so they could show off his latest tricks.
“Hey, buddy,” prompted my brother, “can you show us your teeth? Where are you teeth?”
And the baby clicked his teeth together for us.
“Good job, buddy! And where’s your tongue?”
And the baby stuck out his tongue.
And then, in the middle of our mad cheering and clapping, I heard my brother say, “Hey, buddy-where’s your peepster?”
“Yes,” said my sister-in-law as we all fell on the floor laughing, “we’re part of the new wave of parenting. We don’t teach him things like arms and feet-just the really important parts.”
“Well,” said my dad, summing things up in his position as family patriarch, “that one’s definitely a keepster.”