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managing the energy level of your kids in the back seat of a car is a fine art. dipping energy levels lead to whining, peaking energy levels leads to fighting. it is a very delicate balance. much like winona ryder's doctor finding the perfect balance of prozac and ritalin.
sensing they were dropping to dangerous levels, quick action was needed. the field to the left contained hundreds of cows. they appeared very disorganized, many lay on the ground. in an effort to raise the boys energy levels, i rolled down the window. without thinking too much, i shouted.
"hey cows, no layin' down on the job! moo cow moo!"
not exactly comic genius, but for a 3 and 5 year old, it killed. the boys giggled maniacally, levels resumed.
unfortunately, that small action had long lasting ramifications, pushing me to the brink of insanity. this has now become the family catch phrase.
the boys are constantly rolling down the car windows to shout as we drive by. the boys have widened the scope beyond cows. hey birds, .... hey trees, ... hey homeless, ... hey hells angels, ...
two possible endings to this. relocation to a mental institution, beaten to death in my sleep by a mob angry cows.
Posted by griff at August 13, 2002 10:51 AM