According to astrology my daughters are both Taurus’ but only some of the traits apply to one or the other. The first born does a great job of fooling most people. Yes I can tell when your not really sleeping. . . your mom might fall for it but I see the faintest smirk from the very corner of your mouth. I know because I used to do the same thing, in fact I still do. You see if I fake sleep for a little while longer I can wake up to a nice breakfast already prepared. Though mother may have caught on to this by now, just don’t tell her OK. It also helps to eat really slow so that I don’t have to do the dishes, no sir, not me I’m still eating, what’s that you ask “am I done with that…O no you shouldn’t have. . . ” So don’t think for a minute that you have this daddyman fooled.
Also when you my precious second born lectured me in the car about not littering because it’s very bad for the environment, and the police will come and give me a ticket. . . well I know that your concern is not the environment because I’ve seen you drop the candy wrapper and say “it’s OK daddy the birds will eat it”
You two Taurus’ of mine o how you are good at tantrums and I expect you to continue in this manner long after your childhood has vanished. Your poor husbands will be tormented and most likely rich, as we all know Taurus’ are all about money. The cuteness of emptying my coin jar to fill your pretty little purse may seem like a game to everyone now but it won’t be cute at age 27 when I’m posting your bail for pick pocketing.
Most of the time my girls appear cheerful and laid back but beneath that charm lies a smooth operator pulling the strings behind the curtain with that same smirk that most never realize is there.
Some times I’ve been silly enough to ask a question just before bedtime or at the dinner table just to try and change the subject and get them more engaged. What I get instead is the blunt and plain English exactly what they think and without hesitation. For example when asked if she would like to be in her own dance class one replied “How would you like it if I put you in your own dance class!” or the other who said, “I will not be subjugated to your temper tantrums.” When all I did was raise my voice to tell her not to pull the chair out from under her sister. If I give you a little time you’ll talk my ear off while I fall asleep, note also that I’m one to fake sleep just to get you to stop talking and fall asleep yourself. Does this approach work? Hardly ever. Even though I’ve perfected my smirk and it’s barely visible, it took many years to master this skill.
As a Taurus you both think that everyone is out to take away your toys. You hoard them just to marvel at the pile, not to play with them. What really makes you a Taurus is how you both act like the toy is still in yours even if you haven’t played with it for hours.
One child doesn’t fit the Taurus mold in that she is very adventurous the other is so frightened of risk, of heights, of falling or getting dirty. Also the risk of showing affection toward your own daddy is so great that one will not accept kisses or give them, she will blow kisses and hugs on occasion. Loving another is way to time-consuming, messy and selfless for my first born who often gives off the attitude “what’s in it for me” or “I could do better” all the while we adults are just cooing and googly eyed just to get a knuckle bump. The other puts her heart out to anyone and is very compassionate almost to a fault. She being the second born must be up to something sinister.
Both of you are theatrical, exaggerated and overexcited especially when opening presents. I know you don’t get this from your mother, she didn’t even shed a tear when I gave her the amazing Kitchen Aid food processor for our first Christmas. Instead she muttered something about “o lovely kitchen appliance. Now I can cook more and slave away even more efficiently.” Go figure.
Another thing about Taurus’ they do not take hints and are immune to subtlety, like laying them down for bed turning off the lights and walking out of the room. Any routine that we as parents have been trained to preform would seem to be obvious by now. Bath, Brush teeth, and read book followed by bedtime music still seems to them to be negotiable. Everything is on there terms even if daddy hasn’t completely come to realize this yet. “How many more bites do I need?” “You haven’t even taken a bite yet!” “How about 3?” you know that they already won the sale because they opened up the negotiation, to these preschoolers it’s just a game. To the parents it starts out a game and then we cave out of sheer loss of stamina! It’s like that grueling LSAT designed to wear you down and drain you mentally until you just don’t give a sh!t.
They are very sticklers for details, far too bogged down in petty rules like “Daddy your a boy you can’t sing a girl song.” The best is when they never ever forget, even a week later. . . “Daddy you said if I made it all the way home with my skinned knee and was brave you would give me the big pink lolly pop!” I can’t remember what I had for dinner yesterday and you remember that from a week ago. I was saying anything to keep you focused on anything but the pain of the knee scrap and that I didn’t have a band aid with me. It worked until a week later when payment was over due.