All three of my boys have small hiking backpacks. Because, of course, they do. We’re a Boy Scout/Cub Scout family.
Tornado A has been wearing his around the house lately. It jangles. It full or partially full. You can hear him coming. And I didn’t think anything of it because I was one of those kids that always had a bag of toys at the ready.
The other night Tornado A ran across the family room, jangling all the way.
Papi: Son, what do you have in there?
Tornado A: (stops at the door, turns, smiles) Nothing. (Then out of the house like a shot, jangling.)
Papi: (turns to me) What do you think he has in there?
Me: I don’t know, Dad. Apparently, nothing.
Papi: Nothing does not sound like that.
Me: Toys. Legos. Star wars toys. Who knows?
The next day Tornado A was wearing his backpack. He put a whistle in his mouth.
Me: Not in the house!
Tornado A shrugged and ran out of the house, jangling. He had a great time blowing the whistle outside. I won’t let him do that when we’re camping or hiking.
Today Tornado A asked if I would buy him the single serve packets to add to bottle water. It was a dollar for a pack. I was already buying several boxes for teacher appreciation week. So I did.
Later that day Tornado A came to me.
Tornado A: Mama, may I make a juice with the packets?
Me: I don’t know if we have enough bottle water, baby. I need to send bottles with you and your brothers for your teachers.
Tornado A: I have water in my backpack.
Tornado A: I have bottles of water in my backpack.
Me: How many?
Tornado A: Three.
Me: What else?
Tornado A: Snacks. And a survival book. And a zombie apocalypse survival book.
Huh. I happen to have my own bug-out bag. Only because I needed somewhere to stash my hiking gear. It too has survival books in it. It too has a zombie apocalypse survival book. Because why not.
I smiled. I rubbed his hair.
Me: That’s pretty smart. Where’s your backpack?
Tornado A: In the car.
Me: Let’s go get it.
Man, that kid is so my kid.