Parenting “Fun” with Younger Son

Beloved and I are very proud of all three of our now grown children. Each of them is unique and special in their own ways. But there were many times when pride wasn’t the primary emotion we felt when dealing with them.

This post is about Younger Son when he was a child and before he became a husband, Physicist, and Captain in the USAF.

Way back when he was a:

A Wannabe Cat: Shortly after learning from daddy how big boys can urinate standing up, he discovered that it was a lot more fun to pee in the cat’s litter box than in the toilet—-a habit he most decidedly DID NOT pick up from his daddy. He loved the sounds the kitty litter made. We had quite a time breaking him of that fun habit. Sometimes he did it when we had company.

Fearless Daredevil: I once caught a glimpse of him as he began to fall head-first out of a two story window that was directly above a concrete sidewalk. I have never moved so quickly as I lunged through his bedroom and grabbed his ankles just as they moved though the window. He had stacked stuff under the window so he could reach the ledge.

One of Younger Sons favorite pastimes in his early years was throwing himself down a flight of stairs. He liked how he bounced and rolled. Surprisingly he never broke a bone.

Contortionist: He once managed to squeeze his head between the railings of our staircase into a space that was so tight that we spent an hour trying to get him out. I don’t remember everything we tried but I do remember salad oil and liquid dishwashing soap. What a mess! I was about ready to use a saw or call the fire department when we were finally able to get his head out. I believe it was the dishwashing soap that finally did the trick.

Announcer: Once when Beloved was in a crowded grocery store he loudly exclaimed: “I have a penis, huh, mommy?” Yes, she quietly replied while trying to get him to turn the volume several notches. He continued as loud as ever, “You don’t have a penis, do you, mommy?”

He and his best friend met in Kindergarten. They were inseparable–which meant that when they got into trouble they did it together.

Miner: He and Best Friend decided to dig a hole one day and worked on it for hours. They had gone down 3 or 4 feet when Beloved decided that was deep enough. She told them it was time to fill in the hole. Later, Beloved was impressed at how well they’d filled it in—that is until she walked onto the spot where the hole had been and the ground beneath her feet began bouncing. The little stinkers had put plywood over the hole and covered it with a thin layer of dirt so they could keep working on the hole later. They learned to regret that decision!

Construction Worker: One day Younger Son and Best Friend built a fort out of wood. It was built remarkably well for two young boys and was quite sturdy. We were proud of what they had accomplished—right up until Beloved heard Little Sister yelling and found they had decided it would be fun to have her go into the fort and then nail the door shut! That stunt cost them their fort and a few other consequences.

If you want to read more about Younger Son, check out my earlier posts:

“Mad Mama Raccoon” and “What My Son and Dandelions Taught Me”

About russtowne

My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 5 grandchildren. I manage a wealth management firm that I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of approximately 60 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children. In addition to my family, friends, investing, and writing, my passions include reading, watching classic movies, experiencing waves crashing on rocky shores, hiking in ancient redwood forests, and the beauty of kindness and nature.
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4 Responses to Parenting “Fun” with Younger Son

  1. Elyse says:

    Apparently I was a contortionist too. I got my head stuck in the railings in our banister, too. It is one of my earliest memories. My dad, though, said “I guess we’ll just have to cut her head off!” which sent me into spasms of terror.

    The way to get a child’s head out of the railings is to lift it up, because the space is wider at the top than at the bottom. THAT is how the contortionist gets in.

  2. russtowne says:

    Hi, Elyse. NOW you tell me! ;-D! I plan to keep that in mind in case any grandkids get into a similar predicament. Thank you for your comment.


  3. Hilarious stuff and a little too familiar! 😉

  4. russtowne says:

    Thank you! Yes, I believe most parents and/or adults who were once children have similar stories to tell. Childhood and parenthood both offer many amazing experiences.

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