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
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
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
it was nice of him to have shared them
i watched as he thought it over
carefully put his ‘puffy cheetos’ on the bottom.
after the game he shared the snacks
and was delighted to see
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
to put your favorites in the bottom of the box,
offer them to your friends
cross your fingers
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
i’ve found myself
ongoing battle of the wits
with the squirrels
who come to play in my yard
their games of
up a notch
rearranging the candles
messing up the table
eating buds from
the bright green gardenia plant
just as it’s about to bloom
tearing down and making off
with the tiny flags
leaving nothing but
a trail of snacks behind
i picture them holding secret meetings
inside the knothole
of the big tree out front
creating new strategies
in their native squirrel language
step up their game
losing the battle
try to make friends with them
‘right now, we’re just trying to
beat the squirrels to the pine nuts.’
– arlene ward
image credits: squirrelpicnic.com, rabbitwhiskers.com, littlenummies.net, those darn squirrels
someone stopped by
for a bit of mischief
not a clue
who could have done this
baby r, baby v, nacho the cat
all had gone inside
if they saw anyone
“they were becoming like a little mafia. if one committed a mischief, the others would not tell.”
– franco diligenti
baby j – i knew i had seen this guy somewhere before –
i’m officially on spring break for 16 days and i get to play with the babies today while mom and dad run
the st. pat’s day race.
when we get together, we have energy to burn and we’ll be running our own race,
at least a marathon, all inside the house, i’m quite sure of it.
we’ve got mischief to make.
run, family, run.
Aye, I’m tellin’ ye, happiness is one of the few things in this world that doubles every time you share it with someone else.