SUCH A GOOD SPORT

I remember when I was a young kid

(probably a teen)

and my mom would be cooking dinner in the kitchen.

Sometimes, 

she would ask me to run downstairs

(to the storage room)

and get a can of soup,

or a box of rice,

or whatever - 

and I would.

Then, 

she would find another thing she needed from downstairs.

and she would ask me to go get it 

(again).

Usually by the third or fourth trip downstairs,

I would sigh loudly,

or say, "ANYTHING ELSE?"

in my most annoyed teenager voice,

and would finally get it.

The other day,

I needed to make a grocery list,

but I was in a hurry to get on my way,

so I told Ani that I would call her from the car,

and would read the ingredients of the recipes I was shopping for.

I wanted her to check the house for the stuff 

so I would know what was missing,

and could make my grocery list on the way.

So, 

(while Mart drove)

I called Ani.

I was reading things to her - 

and I could hear her running up

and down

and up

and down

and up 

the stairs.

Checking the freezer,

the pantry,

the storage room,

the drawers,

Etc.

for all the things I needed

for the week.

After a few times of hearing the 

thunk thunk thunk

of her feet running those stairs,

I actually laughed quietly

because I thought it was funny.

Then, I thought back to when I was young.

And I wondered if she would complain.

And she didn't.

Not even one time.

Not one word.

Just running,

and answering.

Seriously - 

sometimes I think I was the biggest brat.

Either that,

or I have the worlds best kids.

Oh - who am I kidding?

Probably both.