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The Neighbor's Car
My daughter Sommer was once 3 or 4 also (I just can’t remember it very well). Our first house was a modest 20 year home on a side street in a quiet part of town.
We were eating dinner one day and ended up discussing our neighbor’s automobile situation. See, they had many children, all of driving age. Of course, when you have this many children driving, they can’t all drive new cars now can they. This happened to be the case. However, it was the father who drove the worst one. It was an old pickup truck. It was painted brown and contained this artificial wood siding which contained wood carvings of animals. I remember a deer’s head, which was actually carved in a 3 dimensional relief sticking out the side of the driver’s door. Now you have to understand, we lived thousands of miles from the nearest mountains or wilderness of any sort. This was an old truck that I could not picture anyone owning, let alone, anyone actually making such a vehicle.
Anyway, while eating dinner, we began innocently enough, discussing the fact that our little side street was not wide enough for cars to be parked on both sides of the street and still allow a car to drive in between. The conversation turned slightly to say that all the old cars parked in front of our house detracted from the neighborhood. I’m not sure where the conversation went from there and actually forgot it completely, that is, until the next day.
I returned home from work on a pleasant summer afternoon. It seemed the entire neighborhood was outside our house, enjoying the weather, all engaged in pleasantries and conversation of one sort or another. As I approached so did my little girl, happy to see everyone. Being 4 or so, and the sociable type, she thought it would be pleasant to contribute to the conversation.
As soon as there was a break in the action she said “Do you know what?” Everyone turned to pay attention to the little tike. “ Mom and Dad said your ugly cars should be thrown away because they make our house ugly too!”
Instant silence.
To this day, we have stopped discussing neighborly concerns at the dinner table!
A Day In The Life Of An Average American Family (Page 8)
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Mom's Tummy
Kids do say the darndest things.
It was springtime. The weather was getting nicer and advertisers were beginning their summer campaigns. We were driving along the highway when we passed a billboard with a pretty young lady modeling a bikini swimsuit. I am unsure what the advertisement was even for.
It was my son who quickly pointed out to my wife “Mom, that’s what your tummy should look like!”
I tried not to laugh too loud, nor smile too big!
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