That’s so Third Grade
I wrote this three or four years ago and put it away somewhere. I don’t bring it out now as I think it’s a shiny example of super-duper writing… I bring it out as, well, it made me laugh at the memory and maybe some day I’ll reread it and laugh then. I’m nothing if not juvenile when it comes to things I find humorous.
My youngest is in third grade. Just the other day I was thinking about how much simpler his life is than mine — and how much simpler mine was back when I was his age.
Whenever he goes to the fridge, there’s milk. It must seem like magic to him. Sometimes when I go to the fridge we’re out of milk and I have to make a run to the store.
He never gets letters from any of the many governmental taxing authorities available to me. Letters, that for whatever reason, always seem to find me after office hours on a Friday.
If he has a really really big bowel movement. One that is so large in size that it actually starts to back the toilet up — even before any toilet paper is used. One that is so large that it forces him to jump off the seat as he notices the water gurgling and rising and brings him right to the edge of crapping his pants had he bothered to pull them up when he jumped and had there been anything left in him. One that is so large it is almost Klee-Irwinesque in stature. If this happens … he feels free to find everybody within earshot about it. Me … we’ll, I’m all grown up. It isn’t becoming to talk about things like this.
So, I put it in my blog.
That was just wrong on so many levels.
How’s this.
This morning as the boys and I stood outside waiting for the bus we noticed a rainbow just over the local high school. The clouds and sky color were such that there was a fair amount of contrast between the rainbow and the background. It really popped out. It was a nice start to the day.
(I found out moments later — when I stopped by the Citgo station — that there had been two rainbows visible. The little town I live in is such a magical place.)
