It has been a beautiful day.
The sun is high in the sky and the warmth from the sun penetrates our body and warms our souls. Swee’Pea and TheMonk have had a wonderful day so far as we have already spent the morning playing at the YMCA Healthy Kids day and a lunch of chicken nuggets at Chick-Fil-A. Then, after lunch, we hit the toy aisle at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of presents for a birthday party we will be attending the next day.
The kids have been good. The warm day, the first in a while, shouts out the need for a frozen yogurt. Why not reward the kids with a special treat? I decide to surprise the kids by heading to a yogurt store that has just opened up about a mile from our house. Swee’Pea chooses strawberry and TheMonk chooses chocolate. We add some fresh strawberries and a few rainbow sprinkles and head outside to enjoy our tasty treat.
I sit back and watch them enjoy their yogurt and marvel at how big they’ve become. I also make note how much I enjoy hanging out with them and smile at my good fortune to have such wonderful kids. Life is good.
After they finish their yogurt we happen to find two pennies on the ground and so, at Swee’Pea’s suggestion, we head over to the nearby fountain to make a wish. Swee’Pea wishes for kitties. TheMonk wishes for cars. I dig an extra penny out of my pocket and I wish for peace of mind while tossing the shiny copper coin into the clear water. More days like this would be a good start.
Soon, we head back to the car and as I escort the kids along the sidewalk, we approach a sidewalk drawing that someone has drawn directly in front of us. As we get closer, I notice what it is and hope the kids don’t notice the drawing. But they do. Of course they do.
“What’s THAT Daddy?” Swee’Pea asks.
“Ummmm, it’s a…. bone.” I say, hoping we can just keep moving.
“No it’s not a bone.” says Swee’Pea emphatically.
TheMonk moves in for a closer look and agrees it doesn’t look like a bone. “This side is missing the bone part, Daddy.” he says.
“What is it, Daddy?” Swee’Pea persists.
“It’s a bone!” I say somewhat emphatically. “The drawer wasn’t very good at drawing bones, but it’s a bone. OK? Can we go now?”
Looking skeptical, they agree to move on. As we continue down the sidewalk, I can’t help but think that throwing that penny in the fountain was a frickin’ waste.
That’s NOT a bone, Daddy!
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