Hmmm. I have to agree with my brother on this one a little bit . . . . but . . . .on the other hand . . .
On the one hand we have our beautiful children who have never really disappointed us. They are smart, attractive, clever, kind, talented, and loving. Anything they've done or said below the level of sainthood we would naturally consider nothing more than a peccadillo. We would never consider these things a "picadillo" of course, since that's a spicy Cuban supper dish, but let that pass for now. [You see, kids, we parents want to live in our little state of denial for as long as possible. We know what WE did at your ages; we know that once in a while we jolt awake at 4 o'clock in the morning with a fullbodyshiver recalling some act of major stupidity with mortal implications . . . and we wonder if any of you would do such a thing. At these times we never fall back asleep.]
No, we know the fruits of our loins are not perfect, but we also know that they are not dark hearts, monsters, or ill-willed X-Men blindly following Magneto. But on the other hand? Well, they are a bunch of fruits, right?
We can handle a little story from the kids, right Selbyjr? Something like, "remember the time I accidentally put a spoon in the garbage disposal and it scared the cat?"
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Hahaha... who did that? Btw, I don't think toilet trips that "almost make you late for the airplane" and other such small things should be out.
The test should be if you think for more than 3 seconds, "Hmmm, should I tell them this?", the answer is NO. On the other hand, stories like John climbing out his bedroom window to a steep slope roof 12 feet above irregular concrete to retrieve a ball or frisbee or something when he was about 7 is fair game.
Now I can't think of anything.. boo hoo...
Actually the spoon in the garbage disposal was just an innocent image that occurred to me as an example of acceptable contributions of young people's stories . . . as opposed to "Oh hahahahahahaha, remember the time the Turkish police arrested us for smuggling and we had to spend three years in jail before committing unspeakable acts of depravity in order to be released? Oh hahahahahahahaha."
From dad's response I can only infer that you all probably have better stories of us than we remember. Go for it parents! Tell US funny stories about when we were little.
Good idea, Isabug! Maybe I'll report on the time at ages 11 and 13 e and Pickle drove off in the car at night . . .
And I've got an idea: what's the funniest post (or comment or part of a post) on any of the blogs? Personally, I think MY comment about foster children ("we had five, but the only one we kept was your dad") is the funniest.
Wait... they drove off at 11 and 13? Why didn't Isabelle and I do anything cool like that?!??!
nowais!
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