I am turning into my father
Aug. 5th, 2008 12:57 pmThe scene: I have dropped off my children at the YMCA camp. The younger kids at this camp have a chain-link fence around their play area. Since it's near a driveway there's a lot of sense to constraining the pack of hyperactive five-and-unders in this way.
The action: As I walk down said driveway I notice that one of the youngsters has effected an escape and is now playing some kind of tag-teasing game with his friend who is still inside. The two boys give me the look that I have come to identify on males of that age as "I realize this adult has Noticed we are doing Something Bad and I am now about to be In Trouble."
Me, carefully surveying the situation: "Hmm, I think one of you is on the wrong side of this fence."
Them: stare goggle-eyed at the weird adult.
Me: "But I can't tell which one it is. Can you tell me?"
Them: cautiously point at the boy on the outside.
Me: "Ah, then we know which one of you should go to the other side! Can you do that?"
Boy on the outside: careful nod, scamper off to get back in the pen.
I continue walking to my car, realizing that this is more or less precisely what my father would have done. And, I think, his father before him.
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Date: 2008-08-05 05:13 pm (UTC)I think that qualifies as a good call.
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Date: 2008-08-05 05:34 pm (UTC)I'm turning into myu grandmother, and while she was an amazing lady in her own right, I don't want to be her.
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Date: 2008-08-05 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-05 06:19 pm (UTC)well done!
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Date: 2008-08-05 07:04 pm (UTC)*applauds*
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Date: 2008-08-05 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-05 10:18 pm (UTC)The counselors were around and just hadn't noticed the escapee yet.
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Date: 2008-08-05 10:21 pm (UTC)Why don't you want to be your grandma?
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Date: 2008-08-05 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-05 11:08 pm (UTC)She survived two husbands.
She was cheerful to anyone who wasn't family, and a fabulous hostess. However, if you were family, you heard all about every slight she ever received, over and over again.
She worried about everything, and had a quick, but short temper.
I want to be better to my family than that. I don't want my son to grow up expecting a fight every time he visits because I may not agree with his choices. (Of course, I think in this regard, I'm a lot more tolerant than my grandmother was).
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