On the way home from the store the other night, I ended up in a conversation with the kids about social\u00a0skills, more specifically about the importance of having good social skills. I ended it by pointing out that it was something I have to work on, too.<\/p>\n
“But you know who’s great at social skills?” I asked. “Momma. She’s like the best I’ve ever seen.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah,” my oldest son said, “but you’re smarter!”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know about that,” I said. “But I\u00a0do know that her memory is tons better than mine.”<\/p>\n
“Mine too,” he said. “I can remember stuff from when I was super little. I even remember the first time we went to Medieval Times!”<\/p>\n
“Oh yeah?” his little brother said. “I remember… the butterfly.”<\/p>\n
There was a pause while everyone thought about that, and then I just couldn’t help myself. “A butterfly? You remember a butterfly?”<\/p>\n
His older brother burst out laughing.<\/p>\n
“Not just any<\/em> butterfly,” the little guy said, also laughing.<\/p>\n “Okay, then what butterfly?”<\/p>\n Both boys were laughing so hard they were having trouble breathing. “It was…was… oh, never mind.”<\/p>\n The unfortunate part of all this is that I have no idea what butterfly he was talking about. Even worse, I don’t know if the boys were laughing at me for not knowing, or at him, for saying something so ridiculous.<\/p>\n Either way, it was pretty funny.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I know I don’t have the best of memories, but I think I’ll remember this one for a while. If I don’t, I have a sneaking suspicion it might happen again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[123,122,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1498","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-cute","category-daddytales-n","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-oa","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1498","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1498"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1498\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}