The growing boy eats over half of the left over Strawberry Shortcake, in one swift bite. His mother looks on with envy, knowing the calories were burned off before he ever picked up his spoon.
The growing boy hesitates, looks up at his dad. His mother knows, like only mothers do, that the boy wants to eat the remaining cake… but wonders if his dad might want some too.
Instead, the growing boy runs upstairs, to dress. His dad says, "Hurry, you are going to be late!"
Upstairs the boy hollers, "Hey dad, can I wear your shorts?" Dad nearly, chokes on the strawberry shortcake, "Why? Which ones? Why? Oh no, do I have to share everything with you?"
Mother leans in, touches husband's arm and whispers, "Take it as a compliment."
Dad hollers back to growing boy, "Okay, you can wear my shorts, but only if you wear them correctly."
Mother's interpretation:
Underwear cannot show.
Growing boy promises nothing, and shortly thereafter runs downstairs.
Dad notices underwear. (Mother knows this is coming and has camera ready.) Dad says, "Hey, pull up MY shorts, and hey that is my shirt too! Dad stands up, mother notices that growing boy is taller. Dad shifts his weight, realizes that it is not the end of the world.
Mother says, "He is a good boy even if he wears his short showing his underwear and steals your shirt. Remember, Daughter wears my clothes too; and after I them on her, I give them to her because they look so damn good on her compared to how they look on me."
Mother sighs realizing if this continues she will be going around naked. The grim thought makes the mother chuckle. The dad looks at her and asks, "What are you laughing about? Don't I look good in those shorts?"
Growing boy smiles, turns around and runs off to school in his dad's short worn low enough to be cool.
Dad looks at mother, feeds her some Strawberry shortcake, mother eats the cake, doesn't count the calories, just notes the hand that feeds her.
At the end of the day all that matters, is that you enjoyed life enough to share it with others.
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P.S.
Well that bug I have had for six weeks… A doctor came over while I was in Paris. It was a band aid but helpful. As soon as I went back home I saw my doctor. She thinks strongly that I have whooping cough, I have been tested waiting for results.. More antibiotics, cortisone… from someone who rarely takes medicine, I have more pills than I ever could imagine. They are helping. Sacha's college graduation is Monday that is the goal.
Thank you for all the love you have shown my family and me (right Judy?).
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