watching the waves
June 7, 2007
trying to be brave
and smells like one too.
No not really, I just tell him that.
It’s not a bike lane, it’s the curb I say! I can not even tell you how many times I shouted at my 6 and 8 yr olds, “Stay the line! Stay the line!”
Luckily once you get outside of the downtown there are really nice wide bike paths separate from the road so that you don’t have to worry about being run down.
Scene: 4 and 2 yr olds running through the room giggling. How nice they are finally playing a game together that is making them both happy.
The Mother Person: What fun you are having! What are you playing?
The 4 yr old: We are playing the scissor game!!!
The Mother Person looks up to see the 4 and 2 yr old chasing each other holding scissors out in front of them, pointy side facing out, opening and shutting them, while screaming at each other “I’m gonna get you!”
Disclaimer: This is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Meaning, I will deny it to the death.
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We’ll have drinks.
The building to the left, behind the children is where our rooms were. Look how quiet and peaceful it is before 7:00am. These were the kids I had on my room. I got the good room. Albeit the non-sleeping room.
Well, after a long, long, seemed twice as long as it took to get there, car ride.
to toss the life ring over and tell them to hold on to it until we docked.
Within a half-hour everyone left the area where we were. I’m not sure why. I found the incessant chatter, running up and down the aisle, tantrums and writhing on floor endearing. Yes, and relaxing.