when you don’t know what you’re talking about,
it’s hard to know when you’re finished.
– tommy smothers
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we went to
one of my grandie’s soccer games
his day to bring the snack
a variety pack
filled with all things crunchy and wonderful
he was really excited to share the treats
but worried
that his favorites would all be gone
i told him that it was important to offer them all
and then to eat whatever was left
but
he might be able to up the odds a little bit
by putting his favorites at the bottom of the box
that way he was more likely to have them left over
and he didn’t have to feel bad
because he had offered all of them to his team
if he was meant to have them
they would still be there
if not
it was nice of him to have shared them
i watched as he thought it over
and
carefully put his ‘puffy cheetos’ on the bottom.
after the game he shared the snacks
and was delighted to see
that amazingly
his favorites were still there.
my daughter said that this was probably
the advice he would remember most from me
not to be kind, to be fair, or to take turns
but rather,
to put your favorites in the bottom of the box,
offer them to your friends
cross your fingers
and
hope for the best.
nothing wrong with hoping for the best.
grandparents are there to help the child get into mischief
they haven’t thought of yet.
~ gene perret
once upon a time
a week or so ago
we read a famous old story
out loud
got very excited
to bake our own gingerbreads
imagined them to look like the pictures
everybody
worked so hard
and
finally
they were ready
and
the gingerbreads
were
really something special
even better
than we imagined
none of them
ran away
and
we all ate
happily ever after.
—
there is a peculiar burning odor in the room,
like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke
and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies.
the war has begun.
– alison lurie
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