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Burning daylight

Our daughter is chomping at the bit to get outside and wait for the bus. It is 8:10 a.m. and the bus will not arrive in front of our house for another 40 minutes, but that is of little consequence to her. She has people to see and things to do, she is very much like her father in this respect, as DLS says often while waiting yet again for me "we're burning daylight!"

It reminds me of a little story about my sister and me (I shared this with the college girlfriends this weekend) in high school. My sister had this need to be at the school every morning when the doors opened so she could begin her social schedule. I, on the other hand, stayed in bed until the last possible moment and would barely make it into the school by the time the bell had rung. This posed a real problem once we were both at the same school and were dependent upon one another to get there = we had a snazzy K-car, but only I could legally drive it.

One morning we were running late, as usual, thanks to me, and my sister had just had enough. We were walking out the door of the kitchen when she pushed me to get going faster I managed to trip and scatter all of my umpteen class folders and papers all over the garage. At that point she lost it.

"WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A BAG?" she screamed.

Our father was in the kitchen listening to the free show going on in the garage, yet again and decided to put in his two cents of parenting.

He came over to the door, looked at my sister and said, "She doesn't need a bag, she has you."

He then turned and slammed the door leaving us in the dark.

Comments

Karen said…
Doesn't it make you glad you didn't have TWO daughters???
Susan said…
Yes. So very glad. Although, my two are much more physical when it comes to fighting than my sister and I ever were.

Should be interesting...

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