Sis was playing in the nursery after service and coffee hour this morning, pulling a toy riding horse with wheels around. She turned to our minister's husband, our favorite Mr. K, and said she needed to take the little horse to her mommy, the big spring-suspended riding horse.
Mr. K, who never misses a beat and has a wicked keen sense of Monty-Python/adolescent humor, said that apparently when these nursery horses grow up they lose their wheels and get springs. Having two not-quite-adult sons, Mr. K thought that was an apt metaphor for adolescence: they hit puberty and their wheels fall off.
Heaven help us. We have almost a decade and a half before that happens, but Mr. K is convinced we are in for trouble. He says that Sis and Bud have "strong personalities," which on the whole he admires in them (his is a family of strong personalities). Especially because they're not his! But since his wife is our minister, I figure my 4 a.m. calls of distress twelve years down the road will wake him up too. And he'll deserve it.
Until then, I like our wheels just fine.
But I think we need helmets too.
You have had a good trip, they enjoyed it and dont worry too much about the organ pulling, it will probably not happen but you do not have more than 9 years to puiberty for bud. Call me in 8 years and I will offer you my experience but not advice. Ask your Dad too.
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