Musing on the grand possibilities of a wondrous water fight, nay, water battle, at our family reunion in California this summer, Charlie started compiling a list of the teams and voiced these thoughts:
"Do you think Uncle Steve will be in the water fight? He's playful. Daddy probably will. He's...um....playful.....when he has time. You definitely won't. There's no way you would do that."
He wasn't teasing, challenging, accusing, or being vindictive. He was simply being honest, speaking the truth as he's come to know it.
Ouch.
When did I acquire such an undeserved reputation for being a stick in the mud (literally)?
I think it's time to buy myself a super soaker.
Or maybe I'll just lob fresh fruit.
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One of the beautiful things about getting older is that we get to keep our friends and family guessing.
Like when we show up at the airport wearing fruit.
Or when we post a video of ourselves sings --and-- wearing fruit.
I wouldn't worry about being a dud. Still. Go buy that super-soaker.
That'd be "Singing" and wearing fruit.
Off to make more coffee...
You? A stick in the mud? I find that really hard to swallow.
But Margaret is right. Go get that super-soaker and show them how it's done!
Airport + fruit = hilarious and precious memory!
I pray this means we'll get to see you when you come this way. I'll drive to wherever you'll be. :)
Love ya!
The fruit on your head did it for me. I will never think of you as a stick in the mud. Get the supersoaker AND the lobbable fruit.
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