Mike Rowe

It’s My Life: My Son Thinks He’s Mike Rowe

See, my son and daughter both love pigs as much as Mike does.

In the past I’ve written about the funny things that my kids have said or done.

I’ve shared one of the most recent comments from my son with friends on Twitter and Facebook, and I thought it would be nice to share on it here, as well.

I like the idea that stories about my children will be here for them to read when they’re older. And maybe, just maybe, when they think I don’t love them, they’ll see differently. Because I do love them…more than anything.

So, last week my precocious three-year-old looked at his father and said out of nowhere, “My name is Mike Rowe and this is my job.” That’s not something a three-year-old typically says. But in our house , Dirty Jobs is a favorite, especially of my daughter’s, so I suppose it was bound to be said by one of them at some point.

A day or so after that initial comment, Blake looked at me and said, “My name is Mike Rowe and this is my dirty job, sticking a spoon in the peanut butter.” (He’s a peanut butter fiend. Seriously! My parents bought him a jar of peanut butter for Christmas as a joke. And he was thrilled.) I, of course, responded appropriately with a loud laugh, to the point I had tears in my eyes.  He looked at me like I was off my rocker, and I looked at him like he’s the funniest person since Bob Marley (the comedian).

So why share this story with all of you? Well, I thought it would be nice to remind us parents that on the days when we’re sad and lonely, feeling depressed, etc., our kids have the ability to make us feel better — to show us that life isn’t as bad as we sometimes like to think it is. Laughter makes you feel good and a smile can brighten your day, so the next time you’re feeling like crying or curling up in bed and hiding from the big, bad world, take a look at your kids. Spend a moment watching them, and I guarantee you’ll find a smile on your face before you know it.

If you’d like to share some funny stories about your children, please feel free to. I’d love to read them.