Up until I was four, my family lived in Wellsville, Utah. Never heard of it? Small wonder. It's a tiny little town outside Logan, and largely a farming community. I think. It's been a while. In any case, our house was surrounded by large irrigation ditches. One day my parents heard giggling and crying, and came to find me stuffing my little brother in a barrel and repeatedly rolling him into one of these (empty) ditches. He was crying and I was yelling, "It's fun, Danno! It's fun!" I have heard this story about myself more than any other in my life.
So I guess I shouldn't be surprised that when Bracken heard giggling and crying from the bathroom the other night, there was a similar scene. Chloe and Addie were showering together, and Addie was standing with her face to the corner. Chloe stood behind her with a pitcher of water cajoling, "Just turn around, Addie! Just turn around!"
I'm starting to think the soundtrack to my life is giggling underscored with tears. Thankfully, they take turns being the tormentor, so at least I know no one is being unduly victimized.
1 comment:
Ruth, the first line of the last paragraph is a GREAT line! You are a wonderful writer - witty, intelligent, great speller,you know how to turn a phrase - need I go on? I'm a fan of your "column" even though I only drop in once in awhile. It was good to see you the other day, even though it was just for a minute. We miss you and your family! - Dorene
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