My brothers, the little respectable Boyscouts, were promoted from Tiger Cubs to Wolves earlier this evening. Then again, they were more or less wolves anyways: they eat a lot, act crazy at night time, play in the dirt, and on rare occasions let out a howl. And one day they might be hairy.
We were driving back from the park and I noticed Bill, in the back seat, had not buckled his seatbelt.
“Bill!” I exclaimed, “Put on your seatbelt. You NEVER go without your seatbelt!”
Austin and John agreed, singing in chorus “Always buckle up!”
As Bill began to buckle his seatbelt, I started going around the van, pointing out, “John has his on. And Austin sure has his on! And mine is on. And of COURSE, MOM ALLLLLWAYS has hers on!”
Bill looks up and accurately observes, “No she doesn’t.”
I clear my throat. Things get kind of quiet.
3 comments:
Dude you should definitely encouage the seat belt usage with those guys...and your mom.:)
Hey man if you get the chance read my latest entry (May 24)...I'm curious to hear your thoughts about the main concept. I didn't get to explore it as much as I want too...so it'll probably be a multi-part entry.
- Jordan
Jordan,
No problem man. I'm on my way there right now ( i still check the blog everyday... i go down that entire sidebar and usually 2 people have posted something new!!)
mwr
Good for you, Michael - You spelled "quiet" correctly!!
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