I was always afraid of the monsters in my dreams. The ones under the bed or in the closet got a lot of hype but I never actually saw any of them. The ones in my dreams, however, showed up all the time.
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I had a friend visiting from out of state lose his car keys. We tracked down a few possible locations with no luck. The final guess was a movie theater from a few nights prior. We looked through their box of stuff and they weren’t there either. A manager overheard the conversation and pointed out a secondary box of stuff off in a different location that amazingly had the keys. It was kind of amazing how many other sets of unclaimed keys were in there.
I imagine there have been more than a few parents that have done this sort of thing with their kids only to have it backfire.
“No, Jimmy still sleeps in our bed with us. Yes, he’s 23 now. I don’t think he will ever move out at this point.”
I liked being around when cookies were baking because you get to taste them in all 3 phases.
1. Dough. “Who wants to lick the beater?”
2. Fresh out of the oven. Almost cool enough to eat but the pain adds a little zing to the sugar.
3. Cooled. Now you get the crunch that is your reward for not eating everything an hour ago.
That man had a silver tongue but nerves of steel! He ruled those around him with an iron fist! He really was much happier in that robot body.
At a party there was a mom that was impressed with our son’s manners. Her son was younger and wasn’t polite like that. “At what age do they start saying please and thank you?” she asked.
We have lots of board games in the house that are beyond the attention span of my 4 year old. I realized recently that we don’t have to play the actual game to have fun. He enjoys unpacking all the pieces, setting up the boards and cards and then a few rounds of rolling the dice. It will probably be weird for him when he’s older and encounters these games at a friend’s house.
Thinking back there are many times I could have died as a child. Falling out of that tree, hit by a train, burned up in that prairie fire. The kinds of things you don’t tell your parents about until you’ve made it to adulthood and can laugh about it. I wonder if my children will have the same stories or if they will be more of the “And then I was through the White House firewall” kind of stories.
I certainly splashed in a puddle or two in my day but it quickly became a thing I avoided. I realized that all puddles aren’t just a few feet away from my house full of warm dry socks. You only have to sit through one movie in a chilly air conditioned theater with freezing soggy shoes to start stepping around them.
I have very vivid memories from childhood of thinking the moon was following me. Even if an adult tries to explain what’s happening it still follows me around. It was an amazing day when my son spontaneously announced that the moon was following him.