Sometimes in life we are halfway through a task before we realize that it will end in complete disaster. If stopping is not an option, most of us will work our way through, pick up the pieces at the end and move on with our lives. Other times, however, we simply don't know that disaster is upon us until it's too late. It is like riding your bicycle...turning around to talk to someone riding behind you, and slamming into a parked car. You're just not going to see it until you're splayed across the hood.
Take this morning, for instance. In between making peanut butter sandwiches and hollering at boys in various stages of undress, I began to read Dear Library. Had I been aware of the dangerous obstacle that lay before me, I would have deployed a distraction and made my escape. Unfortunately, I was unable to see the obstacle because it was camouflaged by a cereal-covered boy, a half eaten banana and a pair of underpants (Dear God, why are they wet?).
I am referring, of course, to the land mine contained in the poem I had just started to read. Apparently, both Justin and Ethan had forgotten that this particular issue had yet to be resolved and I was about to fan the coals of this dying argument. As God is my witness...I actually gasped but was physically unable to stop my mouth from moving.
"...no fights over Legos or whether or not chili is soup..." I read aloud.As if I had just spoken a fact that was etched in stone, Ethan looked up at me, nodded and said,
"Because chili is soup, you know." It was on.
"No it's not, Ethan!" Justin shouted as he rounded on his brother.Wait! No...no, no, no, no, no...oh, rats!
- 3 November 2011
Hilarious! I'm with Justin, by the way. It's really more of a stew...
ReplyDeleteCompletely agree!
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