Top Management took the girls to this activity at the library a few weeks back; the assignment was to make fairy gardens, or something like that. I stayed home while The Boy napped. It’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it.
Given that it was our neighborhood library, it’s perhaps not entirely surprising that there were several other people from the neighborhood there, including a good friend who brought all three of her kids. Her oldest was still working on his garden long after all the other dozen or so kids had finished theirs. Peeking over, Top Management noted that it was a masterpiece, incredibly detailed and beautifully designed.
Naturally, she complimented our friend on her son’s artistic skills. "Yeah," our friend sighed. "He could be happy all day doing projects like these. It’s what he really loves to do. He could easily never leave our house again, if we just had enough supplies and stuff to keep him content."
"Well," answered Top Management, thinking of her beloved. "Maybe he’ll turn out like Scott."
"That’s what I’m afraid of!" blurted our friend in horror.
And she wasn’t kidding.
Now, any ol’ fool can be a role model. Just work to be a decent parent or child or sibling or friend or employee or employer or neighbor or some combination thereof. But how many are able to attain the statue of Cautionary Tale?
The Girl Whose Face Froze Into a Horrible Grimace
The Boy Who Died From Eating Poprocks and Coke
The Kids with the Hook on the Door Handle at Lover’s Lane
Veruca Salt
And Me.
I’m in exalted company.
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