Sweet Boy#3–“Don’t touch my toe. It’s hurt.”
Epona the Camp Intern–“I would never touch your toe, hurt or not.”
Sweet Boy#3–“Would you touch Jesus’ toe?”
Epona–“Only if He told me I needed to.”
Sweet Boy#3–“What if touching Jesus’ toe gave you wings?”
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Sweet Boy#1–“We always look like poor, motherless children because of Theo’s hair. There are squirrel nests in there. That’s why they drop pine cones on his head. They’re feeding their babies!”
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I found my box of empty jars, from when my boys were young.
A brush of dust, a ream of rust. I sighed; my heart unstrung.
Stacked all helter-skelter, with holes poked in the lids.
Home to centipedes, pill bugs, and singing katydids.
… reality TV shows of fishermen in the Himalayas looking for man-eating catfish, to every mother’s nemesis … zombie movies! Yes, I had foolishly thought as a young woman that I would never subject myself to a zombie movie. I was wrong.
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Sweet Boy#1–“No moldy food can compare to the moldiness of Theo himself.”
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None of these amazing creatures seemed impressed enough by my presence to bother devouring, maiming, or threatening my life. That changed this week! Our whole family had a close encounter with a dangerous creature. In fact, we invited it into our own home!
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Sweet Boy#2–“Hey, Mom. Your hair looks just as nice as a dead rat!”
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Sweet Boy#2–Although he is saddened by the death of his precious cactus, he makes lemonade of a sad situation by hiding the dried-out cactus corpse in my bed as a prank. Double fun when Scruffy sits on it instead of me!
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A Friend of Sweet Boy#2–“OK, Kristen. Prepare yourself!” He then leads in Sweet Boy#2 who has somehow managed to dye both his hair and hands blue/green while at school that day.
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