My middle kiddo was born in Hawaii. For this reason, he firmly believes that he is Hawaiian. I have tried numerous times to explain to him that he is not, but he's not buying it. I swear, the kid will end up living in a little beach shack with a great view of the waves he plans to hang ten on. (At least I'll have a place to crash on vacation!) Most of the time, his belief that he is Hawaiian doesn't have a huge impact on our life. However, when cold weather rolls in, this belief becomes the bane of my existence. This is the fight we have on a regular basis...
Me: The bus is coming, get your coat on.
Middle kiddo: Nope, I don't need a coat.
Me: It's cold outside, you need a coat.
Middle kiddo: I'm Hawaiian, I don't wear coats.
Me: You are not actually Hawaiian. Put on the danged coat.
Middle kiddo: Noooooooooo.....
Me: Ok, my dear little Hawaiian, put the coat on...
Middle kiddo: I don't wanna!
Me: I know, but it's cold here on the Mainland and little Hawaiians do wear coats when they are on the Mainland.
Middle kiddo: Fine, but when I grow up and move back to my homeland I'm gonna throw my stupid coat in the ocean.
Me: I'm pretty sure that would be bad for the fish.
Middle kiddo usually mumbles something about stupid coats and fish, puts his coat on and boards the bus with a look on his face. Having this fight with him is really frustrating. But, it does amuse me too. I sometimes worry that our Army lifestyle with all its moving will make our kiddos feel a little homeless. You know, that they won't have a place they can always go back to like I have with Arkansas. Despite the frustration I feel whenever I argue with middle kiddo, it relieves me a little bit to know that he does have a place in his heart that is his "home". Now if I can just figure out how we're gonna pay for him to attend University of Hawaii, I'll have it made.