I recently posted about my fascination with genetics, in particular: How can a proclivity for pooping only at home be an inherited trait? I know you don't believe me. But I swear it is! Well, to be fair, there are also some behaviors that might come by way of nurture rather than nature. You know, monkey see, monkey do...
My father spends a lot of time at our house, and at 64 ¾ years old, he is admittedly "Old School." Take, for example, his position on Kleenex: He prefers to use good-old-fashioned toilet paper to blow his nose. And instead of discarding his handiwork in the trash can, he leaves it floating in the toilet — to be taken away later with the "real stuff."
So, at first, when I started finding floating toilet paper in the bowls even after my dad was not around, I was perplexed. That is, until the day I walked into the bathroom and found Lucas going to town with the toilet paper roll.
"What are you doing?" I inquired.
"I have snotties," Lucas replied, without taking his eyes off the spinning roll.
After a day of running errands with the kids in tow, Lucas looks up at me and announces, "I am a good boy. I didn't say 'Yeah' or 'Damn it' all day."
Okay. "Do you usually say 'Yeah' or 'Damn it'?"
"Only when I'm with Nonna."
Ah. Strike two for the grandparents!
Lucas made a special request not too long ago for a private playdate with a female classmate, Esther. After a glorious afternoon of Caillou-watching, fruit-snack-eating, and whatever else 3-year-olds do together, as my mom was helping Esther with her coat, Lucas called out, "Tell Esther I love her!"
Later that day when I asked Lucas about his sentiments, he told me he wanted to make Esther happy. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"It makes me happy when I say 'I love you,'" he said.
Could Lucas be any sweeter?
Looks like nurturing isn't all bad!