In my little world, "who gets to push which button on an elevator" is the spark that gets the fire going.
Through the automatic door and into the office building...the orthodontist is on the second floor, the elevator beckons to my children like Willy Wonka. Three kids race across the foyer---BigBro is an amblin' man, now---with arms flying and elbows raised. Deep sigh, can I rip open the emergency mini bag of m&m/s for this?, as I referee..."LilBro, you push this button outside the elevator and LilDollyGirl, you push the inside button."
Voices fight for attention with cries of, "But, going down I get the inside button! No, that's not fair, what about me? Hey, I'm 11 and I want to push a button!! No, you are the biggest kid so no you can't 'cause you are too big and there are more of us so MOM! Tell MidBro that he is tooooo big for the button pushing!!!!!!!!!"
Actually, Sweetpea, one is never too old to push a few buttons.
BigBro flashes me his sideways grin and trademark eyebrow lift, "You're gonna blog about this, right? It's really blog worthy." Who raised this brilliant teenager?!
What/Who is the button pusher in your little corner of the world?
I LOVE that you have a teen whose got your blog's back. So cool. And it was very blog worthy.
Posted by: Beth | December 10, 2006 at 07:41 PM
HAHAHAHAHA!
Blogworthy indeed ;-)
Posted by: No Cool Story | December 10, 2006 at 09:14 PM
oh my word - my middle child is my button pusher.
I LOVE your Christmas card!
Blessings,
Karla
Posted by: Karla~Looking Towards Heaven | December 11, 2006 at 01:10 AM
goodness...pushing buttons on the elevator always reminds me of the movie "Serendipity" where the kid in the little devil costume pushes all the buttons after John Cusak pushes the top floor button and then he misses out on Kate Beckinsale by the time they reach the top. It's just the most painful scene and I want to strangle the little kid!!
Posted by: debbie d. | December 11, 2006 at 11:40 AM
I ALWAYS breathe a sigh of relief when I am out with just ONE of my darlings and we arrive at an elevator...
YAY! No fighting!!! Unless, of course, I feel like pushing the damned button!!
And don't get me started on those automatic door buttons for the handicapped.
Posted by: Manic Mom | December 11, 2006 at 08:01 PM
that would be my current fork and food throwing 18 mo old smart baby! (I do love you son!)
Posted by: smartmama | December 12, 2006 at 02:11 AM
You know, mine actually doesn't care. She'll push it if I ask if she wants to, but she's perfectly happy to let me do it most of the time. Of course, I'm sure once her brother is big enough to fight with her about it, that will be a different story.
Posted by: kelli in the mirror | December 12, 2006 at 03:07 PM
Funny! If they get to fighting over it, though, that's when you play the mommy card.
"If you fight over it, mommmy's gonna push all the buttons."
I'm kind of a John Rosemond sort of guy when it comes to stuff like this. I got in on my step-children too late for this kind of fighting, but it works real well on the godchildren.
Posted by: flipster | August 14, 2007 at 11:49 AM