It was pretty late last night. We had attended a Rapids soccer game, and waited in the parking lot for all the cars to clear. Waited quite a while in fact. Waited so long, that Bryan and I got to being silly on our iPhones and Bryan almost tweeted something that crossed a boundary for me. Which lead to a discussion about boundaries online. Which lead to a heated discussion about boundaries online. Which lead to a heated discussion about a plethora other things. All while we inched our way out of the stadium in gridlock traffic.
And while we’re on that topic, when Denver was building Dick’s Sporting Goods Park, an otherwise excellent stadium, could they NOT have thought about traffic patterns a little bit? Maybe put in some room for people to get out? Yes, this also led to a heated discussion about patience and how the soccer game was worth 30 minutes of inconvenience once in a while. Whatever.
Let me be clear. These heated discussions were just that – heated. We never yelled, and in fact – I don’t think Bryan and I have actually yelled at each other in years.
But, when we were approximately 3 minutes from finally being home, Declan firmly interrupted us from the back seat.
“Mama. Dada. I have three things to tell you.
One. Can you please stop talking about this? Because you are going to make me cry.
Two. Can I have your iPhone to play with?
Three. When we get home, can you give me my asthma medicine, because my throat is itchy.”
I swear to god, that is exactly what he said, because I wrote it down last night. And Bryan and I both had to turn our faces into the windows, trying to not laugh in his face.
BECAUSE. HELLO. How awesome and sensitive and hilarious is my kid? He must have been rehearsing that speech for at least 10 minutes.
For the record, the answers were: Yes, No, Yes.
And we also went on to tell him that sometimes grown-ups don’t agree on everything and it’s healthy for us to work out our problems. That we were respectfully discussing our issues, and while it may not be the playful banter he was used to, it was good for him to see us working through our problems just like it was good for him to see us getting along. [Within reason, of course.]
This made him feel better… and by then, we were in the driveway having a family hug.