enabling the weirdness…
So I may or may not have mentioned something about my middle child’s love of water towers. It started when she had just turned two — we’re driving along peacefully and all of a sudden she screams, “WAH-TUH TOWAHHHHH!” Luckily, we have only two in town. But it was kind of a nice diversion, looking for water towers on trips, so we fed it.
We drove to Texas that year and, I don’t know if you’ve ever been on the Kansas Turnpike, but there is only like one place to stop per every million miles. And, seeing as that one place is stuck in the middle of, ummm, Kansas, it has to have it’s own WATER TOWER! One that you can run up to and stand by and get your picture taken with and try to look up to the top until you almost fall over.
It was funny, this obsession, but I thought she’d eventually outgrow it. You know, despite the fact that we constantly remind her that she loves them. This is how people get known for something. They say they like something once and then their crazy family latches on and inundates them with this thing until they either snap and tell them they hate said thing or all of those old crazy relatives die, finally leaving them mercifully alone.
So, the point is, as a mother it is my duty to drive my kids crazy so I may just have to break down and buy her this water tank bank. Because, you know, it’s there. And it’s weird.
2 comments January 3rd, 2008