28 August 2018
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R. Linda:
Okay, can you tell me what is wrong with this picture, the one object that doesn't belong?
Yesterday evening I was out on the back deck watching the kiddos having a water gun fight. It was so hot, I almost thought to join them but then I'd be soaked to the skin and be late for dinner. Once they wore themselves out, they were sitting on the grass joshing each other when one got his feelings hurt and started up towards the deck. I knew what was coming and was thinking how my relaxation was about to be disturbed by complaints. I sipped me iced tea watching the dejected approach of the eldest one, O'Hare. You'd think by now, he'd not be so sensitive to his rough-housing brothers and their comments. They know just what buttons to push and well, here we go again, I thought.
He came slowly, dragging himself forward, eyes dejected on the ground when suddenly he stopped in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs and his eyes lit up. I had come to stand at the top of the stairs to meet him.
"Da! Come here Da, you havta see this. It's a salamander. Quick take a snap with your phone for Mom." He was all excited because the one thing Tonya could abide in the lizard family was the cute little orange salamander.
I came down and this is what happened.
Sal A. Mander decided to make a quick exit in case he should be scooped up and put on display for an hour with three not-so-gentle children.
"Aw no!" O'Hare whined.
"Wait a mo," I said gently moving the salamander out from under the beam.
"Put him on that little stone right there and take his snap." O'Hare pointed at a round brown stone and this I did, gently putting the salamander on top and moving the "stone" around so I could take a few photos. Then I bent down to put the salamander back under the beam when I realised the "little stone" was not a stone.
I had touched and placed the probably insulted lizard on top of petrified dog duty! I had touched it! YUCK, YUCK, YUCKERS! I immediately took meself inside to wash me hands and sanitise me phone. That at least made O'Hare forget the complaining and instead, he was laughing his fool arse off at me.
I tell ya! What I don't do for me kiddos!
Gabe
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924
R. Linda:
Okay, can you tell me what is wrong with this picture, the one object that doesn't belong?
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| Sure, can see it now! |
He came slowly, dragging himself forward, eyes dejected on the ground when suddenly he stopped in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs and his eyes lit up. I had come to stand at the top of the stairs to meet him.
"Da! Come here Da, you havta see this. It's a salamander. Quick take a snap with your phone for Mom." He was all excited because the one thing Tonya could abide in the lizard family was the cute little orange salamander.
I came down and this is what happened.
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| I'd hide too if I knew what was coming |
"Aw no!" O'Hare whined.
"Wait a mo," I said gently moving the salamander out from under the beam.
"Put him on that little stone right there and take his snap." O'Hare pointed at a round brown stone and this I did, gently putting the salamander on top and moving the "stone" around so I could take a few photos. Then I bent down to put the salamander back under the beam when I realised the "little stone" was not a stone.
I had touched and placed the probably insulted lizard on top of petrified dog duty! I had touched it! YUCK, YUCK, YUCKERS! I immediately took meself inside to wash me hands and sanitise me phone. That at least made O'Hare forget the complaining and instead, he was laughing his fool arse off at me.
I tell ya! What I don't do for me kiddos!
Gabe
Copyright © 2018 All rights reserved
