I am seriously thinking that my children are missing a gene, an odd DNA strand here and there that helps with learning certain behaviors. It certainly isn’t missing from my genes; thus it must be some strange omission from the other side.
The following stand out as particularly absent:
First, the DNA that controls the ability to turn off a light when exiting a room. I would give them credit if it was a momentary, ‘be-right-back, went-out-to-get-a-sip-of-water’ sort of thing…but, no, they are not intending to go back because “let there be light” (everywhere) seems to be their motto.
It’s more accurate than a trail of bread crumbs to tell me every step of where they have been.
I knew my son restocked juice bottles in the fridge because the light was on in the room I use for storage. I know my son did his chore of feeding our dogs when I found the “trail of proof” light on in the laundry room, door open, light on in the garage, and a trail of dog food pieces leading into the house.
Second, where-oh-where is the DNA strand that would help them identify trash? Especially, their trash, and help somehow propell their little hands and little feet to actually pick up their trash and place it in one of the many waste buckets I have conveniently placed all over the house.
My oft-used phrase, “Trash goes in the trash” seems brand new to them every time I utter it.
I have verifed that their cute little arms, legs, and hands are functional, but somehow they do not have the gene to identify a used food wrapper and place it where it goes.
The third missing gene that I have identified involves remembering that when clothing is removed, it isn’t immediately picked up by the Clothes Cleaning Fairy (CCF). My children seem to think that, just as some magical person must exist to turn off the lights and pick up their trash, there is also a wonderful CCF following them. I would love to meet her, except sadly, we are one and the same, so in a way, I guess I already have.
Last, but not least, is not the structural configuration to allow my children to hear–they have that–but whatever brain program would allow them to not only listen, but also respond.
There is something so very frustrating about asking them something and being met with dead silence, and then an annoyed, “I know!” after I have repeated myself four or five times. I have tried the code word, “Acknowledge”, but thus far this also is met by a blank stare.
They are good kids, I “acknowledge” that, but goodness the missing genes get frustrating some days! At least, I have their teen years to look forward to, when I hear room cleaning and listening peak! 😉
April 17, 2018 at 10:38 pm
I love the code; ‘Acknowledge’ !! LOL It will never work (take it from a former teacher, DNA is being degraded somehow and I suspect it’s something in the water…) but it’s genius! I suppose my students never understood that it was NOT OK to flip plastic bottles in class (Yes, imagine a class full of 12-yr-olds who are entertained SOLELY by flipping and spinning plastic bottles during my lessons) because they were all missing that strand of DNA that makes such an activity boring to us regular humans
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April 17, 2018 at 11:00 pm
It is so sad…like de-evolution! If I didn’t have kids, I would think, “Who would rather spin a bottle than learn something?”…but, I have kids so I will not ask!
PS. “Acknowledge ” was a swing & a miss this morning…
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April 22, 2018 at 11:42 pm
It must have come down the male strand. I’m already seeing evidence of the responding gene being amiss here. And the selective ability to respond to the words “clean up time”. Struggles!
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April 23, 2018 at 12:07 pm
Asking my son to “clean up” is exhausting…just the idea and he is suddenly “so tired”…I tell him I understand, and he should go to his room and rest without his tablet or any tv so he can feel better. Instant cure! 😉
And, definitely, the male DNA is missing lol!
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