In many ways, I sometimes feel that BossLady and I are wholly unqualified to be parents.
Not in any of the BIG or IMPORTANT ways. When it comes to raising our child to be a thoughtful, caring, intelligent and productive member of society, I'm fairly confident that we're just as capable as most other people. At the very least, we seem to be at least as capable as the parents on the local news!
It’s just that BossLady and I are both a little silly and goofy. For example, the other day, we were lying romantically in bed when BossLady turned to me and said, “let’s play a game. You try to touch my face with your tongue as lightly as humanly possible. Then, I’ll do the same to you.”
With great earnestness, I mustered up all my physical skills to touch her nose with what I was convinced was probably the lightest touch in the history of mankind, a touch barely perceptible to the human eye and recordable only by a finely-calibrated tongue sensometer developed by the finest scientists in all of Switzerland. If I had touched any lighter, I’m convinced I would have been splitting atoms.
Brimming with confidence, I then turned to the BossLady and said, “Ha! Try to top THAT!” Smugly secure in my imminent victory, I leaned my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and proffered my nose for her attempt.
BossLady then proceeded to lick MY ENTIRE FACE with her slobbering tongue and yelled, “Ha! I LOSE!”
We play these kinds of stupid games a lot.
One time, we decided to produce our own two-person play on the subway. It was late at night and there were only a few passengers on our train so we decided to sit apart from one another and pretend that we were two strangers making a spontaneous love connection. During the train ride, I became The World’s Greatest Lover, a man capable of introducing myself to a woman, chatting her up briefly, start making out with her, and convince her to get off the train and come home with me…all in the span of 5 minutes!
We also like to speak in fake foreign accents when we’re abroad (or in the South.) We love eating foods that require no utensils. We like to fake-invent new variations of alarm clocks (like the scent-emitting, vibrating-pillow coffee clock. Don’t even THINK about stealing that shit, yo!) We sometimes go to karaoke bars and sing TV theme songs. And we like making up our own children’s stories based on fast food chains (“Once upon a time, there was a King of All Burgers who fell madly in love with a beautiful princess from the Castle of White.”)
So yeah, I guess we’re definitely not the Asian version of Stepford parents. However, we prefer to use the term "offbeat."
Since the Peanut is so young right now, she just thinks we’re fun parents who love showing her the food in our mouths while eating, walking down the street loudly singing “Wheels on the Bus,” and sitting on the floor together while putting Elmo stickers all over our naked bodies.
But what if the Peanut grows up to be a stoically serious kid who thinks we’re complete idiots? Maybe silliness skips a generation! Sure, we’re fun NOW but I can easily envision a not-too-distant future where we’re just plain embarrassing! Will she be reluctant to introduce us to her friends? Will she blatantly avoid telling us about school functions? There’s a small part of me that would be absolutely crushed to learn that my own daughter was completely embarrassed by her ridiculously goofy parents.
However, there’s another part of me that thinks it would just be awesome!
By the way, I am currently writing this post from Fayetteville, Arkansas. It's a good thing Ptolemy never lived here because otherwise we'd all still be convinced that the earth was flat (Lucretius lives!) Just out of curiosity, do I have any readers here in Arkansas? If so, please stop me in the street and say hi. I'll be the Asian guy.
I think the success of parenting is measured by how they embarrass their kids without even trying.
Posted by: hanh | October 10, 2006 at 10:14 AM
Last week, I told my husband that my ice cream smelled funny. When he leaned over to sniff it, I shoved the cone up his nose. I'm STILL laughing about it. Him? Not so much.
Posted by: Leora | October 10, 2006 at 10:26 AM
Regardless of how fun or serious Peanut is, there will come a time when she's mortified by you. Simply because you're her parents. Don't fight it, go with it. If you're embarressing to her already, you may as well enjoy it.
Posted by: Woman with Kids | October 10, 2006 at 10:32 AM
The scent-emitting, vibrating-pillow coffee clock is a brilliant idea. You should submit it to Sharper Image!
Posted by: Julia | October 10, 2006 at 10:34 AM
I'm reading a book right now that champions playful parenting and being silly and getting down on the floor to have fun. Approriately enough its called Playful Parenting.
I'd say you should read it, but I don't think it could teach you anything new. At least it justifies your parenting "style"
Posted by: CincyDaddy | October 10, 2006 at 10:36 AM
You've got it wrong. The goal is to embarrass your children as much as possible. If you were the most staid, uptight parents in the world, she would still be embarrassed by your mere existence, so you have to embrace the shame and really give her something to work with. At least that's what Dr. V and I tell each other after the traditional good-night wet willy.
(Seriously, though, I can't think of a better example to set for her than being goofy and loving towards each other. My daughter's favorite thing to say these days is, "I can SEE you guys!" We've also taught her that an appropriate response to catching your parents kissing is to yell, "Aargh! My eyes! It burns!")
Posted by: Velma | October 10, 2006 at 10:43 AM
Hyung,
I read your post and I feel embarassewd for Peanut. Mission accomplished.
For our generation there was a shame in perhaps that our parents might have ot spoken english well, or had weird habit due to their upbrining in Korea.
Congratulations, you and Bosslady have successfully navigated that silly cultural obstacle to move onto straight up embarssing behavior that knows no socioeconomic boundaries.
Posted by: Mike | October 10, 2006 at 10:57 AM
Dude, being silly and having a sense of humor are the BEST qualities in a parent. I think it's awesome you and Boss Lady are so laid back.
You might end up embarrassing Peanut if she turns out to be super-serious, but that's way better then being the lame, boring, I'm too self-conscious to do anything counterpart to a playful, extroverted child.
Posted by: Jonathon | October 10, 2006 at 11:04 AM
my oldest is 8.
and she is just as totally silly as we are.
she started out, as an infant, acting more like my serious sister, but then I started to grow on her, apparently...
my sister says she is an exaggeration of me.
Posted by: navi | October 10, 2006 at 11:10 AM
Playfulness is an excellent quality in a parent.
And you gave me a great idea for a trick to play on my newly wed husband tonight. Just know that because of your silliness somewhere out there a newly wed wife will be slobbering on her husband's face.
If that ain't consolation, then I don't know what is.
Posted by: Mauryn | October 10, 2006 at 11:12 AM
haha.
on one hand, i feel totally embarrassed for the Peanut because my mother used to try her best to embarrass the hell out of me. she loved to sing opera - and was very good at it - so she'd sing whenever possible, like when waltzing through the grocery store aisles. but on the other hand, i think it would be awesome to embarrass a kid, in fact it's great fun when i have my friends' kids with me.
she'll get you back someday, MD. never fear.
:)
AM
Posted by: AlieMalie | October 10, 2006 at 11:16 AM
I like Bosslady more and more with each entry...
And you can't tell me you NEVER have a layover in Hartsfield/Atlanta. Everyone goes through Atlanta. It's, like, in the Constitution or something.
Posted by: Stacy | October 10, 2006 at 11:18 AM
I think you are both a ball! Peanut is lucky to have you. I can't wait until she starts to play silly games with you...that'll make for fantastic blogging!!!
Until then...keep on'a lickin'
Posted by: Janet a.k.a Wonder Mom | October 10, 2006 at 11:42 AM
Life is too short to be serious, especially with kids around. We can so get along with you and your BL!
Say hi to Bill's ex. while you're there in ARKansa (saying it with the southern draw).
Posted by: Waya | October 10, 2006 at 12:31 PM
There is no escaping the inevitability that, for a period of time, all kids are embarassed by their parents and think they are idiots.
Posted by: Kaz | October 10, 2006 at 12:41 PM
Remembering your last post with the picture of Peanut's bucket hat, I think you're safe.
Posted by: KC | October 10, 2006 at 12:47 PM
No matter how goofy the child is, or how goofy a person they grow up to be (and I fit into both categories), they will be embarrassed by their parents regularly (as I was).
Posted by: How About Two? | October 10, 2006 at 01:04 PM
The 'kid doesn't match the parents' scenario happened to my in-laws who had a daughter, my wife's older sister, who was born into a theatre family with the childlike sensibility of an OCD accountant that didn't deal well with change.
If it weren't for the migraine headaches this caused the girl by age 6 - it would have been really funny.
Posted by: Pickle's Papa | October 10, 2006 at 01:21 PM
Hi, MD! I'm not from Arkansas but close - North Central Texas. Love your blog! But ew, not the face-lick thing! The wet willie is funny, though!
Posted by: Leeny | October 10, 2006 at 01:45 PM
My kids would KILL to have you guys for parents. I think I need to take some lessons from you and Boss Lady.
Posted by: Kristen | October 10, 2006 at 01:55 PM
Even if the Peanut has the same sense of humor as you and Boss Lady, there will be a point when she will be absolutely mortified by you. And you won't even have to do anything but exist for this to happen!
This is what is known as "adolesence." I'm not looking forward to it, either.
Posted by: Deanna | October 10, 2006 at 02:19 PM
I agree with Hanh, a measure of your success as a parent will be dependent upon how well you can embarrass your child. My hubs will be practicing his skill for inducing embarrassment in private now, but he fully plans to deploy those skills in public once our Little Goose reaches dating age.
Posted by: honglien123 | October 10, 2006 at 02:24 PM
I love that you made a new tag called, "putting Elmo stickers on your naked body." I now know where I will end up the next time I search for that. So mister world traveler, how come you never make it too LA? Huh? How come? I think you and Boss Lady and Hubby and I would have a blast.
Oh and from what you've said about the Peanut in the last year, she is just like her parents. In fact, she may end up being worse.
Posted by: Melissa | October 10, 2006 at 02:30 PM
omg! my mom is a total weirdo. i LOVE it! when i was a kid, we used to go to the supermarket and when no one was looking she would pretend she was this one eyed, hump backed, drooling, bucktoothed monster, chasing me down, with a bag of brussel sprouts down the aisles...
and of course, we continue that time honored tradition to this day. which could mean that the whole "offbeat" thing is genetic or um, damaging... YEAH! good times! :)
and you can't be the only asian in fayetteville. UofA has an asian studies program - so, there HAS to be another asian there somewhere....
Posted by: mamazilla | October 10, 2006 at 03:38 PM
Trust me - it'll happen. My husband and I are off our rockers. This morning, we were all in the car and the two of us decided to speak in manga-speak, mimicking what we read in our daughters' books. It got awfully silent back there in the back seat, and I turned around to see my 8-year old mouthing the words, "HELP ME" to her sister.
Posted by: sweatpantsmom | October 10, 2006 at 03:52 PM
you two are the cutest couple. EVER!
I think you'll have to wing it with the peanut. you CAN'T lose your funniness. she'll have to deal...
Posted by: teri | October 10, 2006 at 03:54 PM
Doing my part to spread the goofiness. My boy is gonna be in therapy for years to come. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0y-VIV2wOk
Posted by: newbiedad | October 10, 2006 at 04:10 PM
Fayetteville Arkansas always makes me think of one of my favorite authors, Ellen Gilchrist. Or it makes me think of Fayetteville, NC, which some military guys I know in college affectionately called Fayette-nam.
Posted by: Amy | October 10, 2006 at 04:12 PM
My Dad was a big goofball and I loved him for it when I was little and when i was older. Not in between. In between I was horrified and thought he was terribly unfunny. (Dad? I know you are up there. I am so sorry. You are the funniest Mo Fo I've ever met.) Anyway. I too am a Big Silly and I'm running into the toddler challenge of trying to explain when "silly time" is over. It's kinda hard.
Posted by: Xdm | October 10, 2006 at 04:42 PM
PLEASE come up to Boston and live near us! My DH and I just went to our first PTA meeting and you've never met so many seriously dour Stepford parents in your entire life. We just moved here last year and have yet to meet any "fun" parents! We're dying.
Posted by: cramped in cambridge | October 10, 2006 at 05:08 PM
wow, you are deep in The Dirty South, aren't you? I love your blog over here in Memphis!!
Posted by: Wendy | October 10, 2006 at 05:12 PM
You are Boss Lady sound a lot like my husband and me... we are so goofy and lame... we were walking into Target last weekend and Jake (our 9 year old) asked what we were shopping for and I piped up with, "New pink panties for you." & Hugh followed up with, "to wear over your jeans..." Jake just sighed, cut his eyes to his brother and said, "Well, I need a new math binder."
They adjust.
Posted by: Kristin | October 10, 2006 at 05:17 PM
If your child is embarrased by you that just means you are doing your job as a parent.
My mom not only would embarrass us by her natural actions, but go out of her way to embarrass us.
A good way, "that's the guy you think is cute?" "I'll go ask for his phone number for you."
"what you don't want me to talk to him?"
Then she would shake her head and mutter about how we were never any fun.
Posted by: Jenn | October 10, 2006 at 05:59 PM
My husband is as goofy as you. When our older son was little and he would joke around with the little guy, I used to ask him, "What are you gonna do when he turns 4 and outgrows you?" Son is now a senior at NYU and has never outgrown the humor. He would have been terribly serious and probably depressed without that all th silliness that we both inflicted on him. As it is, he can always see the humor.
Keep it up!
Posted by: kmkat | October 10, 2006 at 06:24 PM
Growing up with immigrant parents, I always wished they had been sillier. My entire life, I don't think I ever saw them be goofy. Not even for a moment. I think Peanut is blessed to have two parents who enjoy life and can see the "lighter" side of life. It's a great thing for a child to see.
Posted by: A.Tsai | October 10, 2006 at 06:34 PM
being immigrant parents, being my daughter is still young (almost 4), the embarrassment is still young
Abba, don't u understand what i'm sayhing - I said hot-dog not hot-doug
Posted by: abba-daddy | October 10, 2006 at 07:10 PM
I love the fast food fairy tales! That is brilliant! Maybe you should adopt my kids, I'm sure they'd have fun.
Posted by: landismom | October 10, 2006 at 10:04 PM
Hey, life's too short — you gotta be you. It's good to model for kids how to be authentic. Onward!
Posted by: KG | October 10, 2006 at 10:55 PM
Being FUN is definately a top requirement for parenthood. Peanut is so lucky.
She may be embarrassed as a teen, but she will be so thankful for it later.
Posted by: momto3cubs | October 11, 2006 at 12:53 AM
This kind of silliness sounds a-ok to me. If Mr. B and I have to give up the songs we make for each other before we have kids, we'll be in big trouble. Example: ode to Fatty, our cat, to the tune of that NBC Olympics intro
Fat-ty
is big and ro-und
sleeps all day
a-nd then he sleeps some more!
And that's just a mild one. . .I'm glad to know that there are some people out there having fun. :)
Posted by: Driver B | October 11, 2006 at 02:47 AM
Once Peanut hits a certain age, it doesn't matter what you and BossLady do. In her mind, you guys will always be embarassing. Then she'll get older and think that you guys are the best. :)
Posted by: enygma | October 11, 2006 at 06:05 AM
Will she be reluctant to introduce us to her friends? Will she blatantly avoid telling us about school functions? The complete answer is, "Yes. She will go through puberty." The good news is that puberty ends. I'm worried about karma...you know, that as payback for my past lives, 3B will grow up to be an blue-suited IBM clone rather than a lighthearted artist.
Posted by: Papa Bradstein | October 11, 2006 at 06:32 AM
I wish my parents were more like you!
Posted by: metro mama | October 11, 2006 at 08:02 AM
You got played! I can beleive you feel for the second greatest blunder of all time (The first, as known by Vincini, is never get in a land war over in China) is to play the lightest licking game. Sucka...
However, kids stories based on Fast Food Restaurants... BRILLIANT!
Posted by: Terry | October 11, 2006 at 10:03 AM
I think all kids are embarrased by their parents at some point, but you should definitely play the lick the face game with her boyfriends when they come over.
Posted by: William | October 11, 2006 at 11:15 AM
you definitely corner the market on creativity and fun! i think it's awesome and probably the one thing parents have the biggest problem maintaining -- that part of their lives that reminds them of why they love each other and what drew them to one another before the kids came along. kudos to you and Boss Lady for keeping that fire burning. I'm sure Peanut will grow up to be as creative and playful as you both are -- how can she help it?
Posted by: Michael | October 11, 2006 at 11:21 AM
I think it's a safe bet to say that you'll definitely be embarassing the Peanut. However, people are right. There will come a time when she'll learn to really appreciate your sense of humor and goofy take on life. Then, she'll love it.
Posted by: Martha P. | October 11, 2006 at 11:42 AM
Hah! If you think it's flat in Arkansas, you should come to West Texas. You can see flat land for hundreds of miles!
Posted by: Rick | October 11, 2006 at 12:25 PM
Ok, my wife and I have been inspired by your fast food fairy tales. Now we can't stop. We especially loved the Castle of White. Brilliant idea!
Posted by: Joey | October 11, 2006 at 01:03 PM
My mom loves her some Chinese Fire Drills (if there is a PC way to describe this car escape and reentry phenomenon, do let me know). I used to simultaneously love/get tot.al.ly embarassed by it. Fortunately, we were usually so out of breath from laughing and running around the big ass disco van that I forgot about being embarassed. Now I can't wait for Lil E to be able to unhook his own carseat so we can get that party started around the CR-V. (I kid, I kid...we all know that mamas should unhook carseats at stoplights, not toddlers).
Posted by: Grrrlfriend Jess | October 11, 2006 at 01:59 PM