He was a big kid. One of my big kids. Standing at the top of the slide ladder, swaying a little, mumbling a lot, indecision written all over his round, baby face. And I suppose I can't be too hard on him; the slide was high, the ground was wet, and the sneaky metal could have snagged him on his way down, leaving him in that forever-after haunting "stuck" position.
And so he sweated. Looked around, and stood. Now the line of impatient and rowdy school children behind him was no support group. This was getting old! This was getting boring! MOVE ALREADY!
But he couldn't move forward, as the consequences could be anywhere from mildly uncomfortable to completely mortifying. Could he afford it? Could he afford to NOT move? Quite the double edged sword.
Wanna hear the end?
He moved forward.
Ended up in a pile of wet mulch,
and the line of spectators applauded.
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The problem with slides is that unless one is alone, it's do or die. Once a person reaches the top they cannot return down the ladder of ascension, for its capacity is saturated with multitudinous other children. I motion that we rally for two slides. One can be reserved for the hesitant.
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I LIKE Greg's idea. Very interesting. I miss hearing your stories of your children. I know that I ALSO miss you very muchly. I'm glad we'll be doing some sort of video capturing on Thursday. Maybe you should bring your camera to document it ;-)
ReplyDelete"But he couldn't move forward, as the consequences could be anywhere from mildly uncomfortable to completely mortifying. Could he afford it? Could he afford to NOT move? Quite the double edged sword."
ReplyDeleteSounds like life. You gonna slide?