Uncle Matty came to town over the weekend and my kids are having a hard time recovering. Having Uncle Matty around is like having Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny all rolled into one huge ball of super funness. He plays with the kids nonstop, teaches them all kinds of inappropriate noises to make with their bodies and makes them giggle like a bunch of wild hyennas. He is a fantastic uncle.
To add to the excitement of an Uncle Matty visit, this time he brought his four-wheeler along with him. I thought my children were literally going to burst from Matty overload.
Spencer wanted me to take him for a ride around the block which I was all too happy to do. First, he brought me my bike helmet for safety.
"You always have to wear a helmet when riding an ATV" he tells me.
"Good thinking, Spence."
"Ok Mom, here's what you do. You're feet go there," he says pointing "and you're hands here. You might want to start out slow til you get the hang of it."
We start off slowly, as advised, and head on down the street. We stopped at the house on the corner which had caught fire that morning. As we surveyed the charred remains Spence says "Mom, you always want to check your smoke alarms and be ready to call 911 if something bad happens."
"You're right, handsome."
We make the turn and head down the next street. As we near the stop sign, Spence tells me to start slowing down. "You don't want to slam on the brakes, Mom. You want to go slow until you stop. That's it. You're getting it."
By this point, I have forgotten who is the parent and who is the child. I'm starting to wonder if I should just go back to teaching and leave Spence to tend to the children. No doubt he could do it.
When we get back to the house, he hops off and tells me I did a nice job. I know I still have a lot to learn, but with Spence around, I just might turn out alright.