Sunday, May 16, 2010

The End of Fun

He would cry whenever the ride would end. I guess he thought the fun was over. Done. He would have no fun again. We would apologize to the others, making excuses, and we would assure him that there would be another ride. He would experience that joy again.

I don't know what called that to mind to me again today. I was pissed off at him. He was supposed to weed whack the front yard.

"Why are you always pressuring me?' he bellowed at me.

Ah, adolescence. Not much different than the toddler years.

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