Snap

I woke up this morning to Joshy at the foot of the bed, stating that he had something to show us. First thought: either pulled his blinds off the window or spilled his juice on the floor. Rustling myself out of the covers, I was pleasantly surprised to see my proud little boy snapping his fingers. We had tried to teach him a couple months back but he just couldn't quite get it to make a sound. We, of course, made a big fuss over his accomplishment, promising that he could show his new found skill off to everyone who came over today. As the morning progressed and we all slowly got ourselves ready, Joshy wandered into the bathroom while I was in there. Still on a snapping high, he again showed off his skill. This time, however, he was having trouble making the sound and so, with confused eyes, I watch as my son sticks his snapping hand down the back of his pants and then pulls it out and snaps...successfully. I looked at him and said, "Joshua, did you just stick your hand in your butt so you could snap?" "Yes" "Have you been doing this every time you snap?" "Yes". Off to the sink he is lifted where his hands are scrubbed and the lesson learned that swiping our crack is not a snapping requirement. We dried off his hands and learned that, in fact, all you need are dry fingers. As we were sitting at the dinner table tonight and he was ready to show off his skill for Nana and Grandma, watching him wipe his fingers on his napkin instead of going anywhere near his pants made me thankful that some lessons do stick.