So, I work on the weekends with my son at a fruit orchard selling cold brew coffee, energy drinks, and custom made lemonade. This last weekend was busier than the previous weekends, mostly due to cooler temperatures and not as much rain in the forecast. When we are not busy making drinks, I sit back on the cooler and just people watch. You see all types. Young, Old, Married, Single, One kid, 8 kids…..all the above. We had a family of 4 walk up to the tent, looking to get some lemonade for their kiddos. Thats cool, we can do that. As I take the order and Noah is taking their payment, I notice out of the corner of my eye, the three year old girl admiring the neon chalk colors on the bistro style sign that has our menu of drinks. She looks innocent enough. I turn back around to finish filling the cup and low and behold, as I do another 180, this tiny girl has taken a hold of this sign with both hands and before I could say a word, she took her tongue and wildly licked the letters right from the sign. I guess the father saw me looking and turned around to tell his daughter, “Hon, you probably shouldn’t do that”. Geeesh dad ya think? I handed the parents the lemonade and wished them a great weekend. The father grabs the little girls hand and they walk away as if nothing has happened and now the word coffee reads as co e. I can fix that later, no problem. A little time goes by, we serve several adults needing a good caffeine fix and another family of 4 arrives. This time a mom with two toddlers in tow and a dad that looks like he needs a cocktail rather than a cold brew. The older of the two kids stands quietly beside her mother, never saying a word, waiting patiently for her drink. The younger one is wearing his sisters Elsa hat, backwards for that matter, and running circles around the tent. All I can think to myself is how I wish I had his energy, as I would get so much more done in a day. Again, I make the drinks, Noah takes the payment and wish the parents a great day. Like a flash, the little boy suddenly grabs a hold of one of the tent poles, and viciously slings his entire body around in a circle, rocking the tent from one side to the other. Before I could get a word out, he is upside down with his feet in the air like an exotic dancer in the middle of a packed house. The mom looks over at her son, and with very little authority in her voice asks him to please come back over to her. This kid was so into whatever song was playing in his head, he wasn’t about to let that pole go. Finally the dad who I know by this time was wishing he at home in his recliner, tells his son, if he wants his cotton candy lemonade, he will surrender his magic mike dancing skills and come hither. Now, You can’t make this stuff up. I worked at a grade school, and more than once I have said things that you would swear were made up and no kid, ever would have done. You haven’t really lived life until you have looked at a Kindergarten age child and asked them to please stop tracing the brick wall with their tongue all the while they explain to you that their tongue is a race car. They also proceed to tell you, they have done this everyday on their way to the lunch room and that the paint tastes like chicken nuggets. If you are thinking about entering parenthood at any various stage of your life, you should read this because this is the real deal.