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So, I’m outside getting the grill ready to do what it is a man does when he looks to score points with the Missus. Cant let the ladies touch ya grill ya see. Next door the young mother has just gotten home with the little ones. Nice family. The oldest boy, I’m guessing 6 maybe 7 yrs old now, is making the best of being turned loose outside even tho it’s beginning to rain, fairly warm rain for this time of year. This young fella looks up to me a bit, however misguided that may be. I’ve taken him on 4 wheeler rides around our back yards, even took him to the pond fishing a couple years ago when it was obvious he was becoming a bit too much to handle while his mom was trying for some outside time with the newest baby. Sure is a handful. I look over and see his little sister join him. I prop my feet up with a cold one, sitting, listening and waving to the couples chatting as they walk down the hill in front of the house. Just as it’s coming up on dark I hear the sister wail, look over to see the younguns mom come striding out of their garage. “Jake! I’ve told you a dozen times not to hit your sister with the ball like that!” “I didn’t mean to hit her mom! It was an accident!” “I stood there and watched you throw that ball at her while she was sitting there with her back to you!” “Yea, well, she wouldn’t play catch with me!” I remember that conversation almost word for word from some 50 years back. He got his bottom burnt as they were going back thru the garage. My sister didn’t like playin catch either. Is that thing about burnin butts in a mom’s DNA? Back then mom used to light me up with a hair brush. The mom next door is still an amateur. She was just using her hand. Kids these days have it soooooo easy.