As we made our way home from The Y one evening, this was the conversation that sprang out of thin air from the back seat. I use the word conversation because, in spite of the fact that you know as much about it as I do, there is clearly a significant portion missing.
"Remember, Ethan? His butt slurped in."
There immediately commenced great laughter and repetition of this sentence. Never before have I experienced such a conflict of feelings and emotions.
- Fascination - What on earth could this be about?
- Excitement - What on earth could this be about?
- Nausea - What on earth could this be about?
- Sadness - Where did I go wrong?
- Concern - Is it too late for the third boy?
- Distress- What if I don't ask and wish I had when one of their teachers calls later?
- Fear - What if I ask and they actually tell me?
- 3 November 2011
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