Just my memories as I remember them. As life goes on we tend to forget. Life with my two sons was sometimes good - sometimes not so good - but - always memorable
Saturday, September 8, 2012
I'll Throw It Out Myself
When Brendan was about seven he liked playing with those little hot wheel cars, however, he was not good about putting them away. I usually walked around the house barefoot and believe me it's not a pleasant experience to step on one of those cars.
One day after stepping on several of them I picked them up and told Brendan if I ever stepped on one of them again I was throwing it away. That kept them away from my feet for about an hour.
Later while cooking dinner I see Christopher whispering something to Brendan. Then Brendan picks something up off the floor and goes goes over to the trash can. I asked him 'what are you doing?' He shows me a little car and reminds me I said if I found any on the floor I would throw it out. I proceeded to walk over to him took the car out of his hand and as I thrust the car into the trash I said "then at least give me the damn satisfaction of throwing it out myself."
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