Day 227
Becky sitting on
the swing for
hours until
she’d say “Sorry”
We
all indulge our personal little “quirks”, I reckon. Even---me…more so than others!
My
“perfect” spouse and progeny wear no shadow of guilt for such pettiness; Reckon
I got enough of the penchant for “annoyance” to compensate for their “angelic”
demeanor!? Hmm!
I
cannot recall even one little single incident of “trouble” any of my 7 precious gems ever caused me; of course, I refuse to worry or fear---and…that’s a huge big help! I reckon! That these fine,
worthy, saintly personages tolerated my shenanigans…? Well! Saints among us!?
Rachel
Rebecca just could not bring herself to admit “fault” in any
altercation-of-words; she steadfastly refused to say “I’m sorry!” which was the
only tenet required for forgiveness and absolution, Lady Candy made the tykes
sit on the bed and hold hands until each said “Sorry!” to their nemesis---Beth
readily acquiesced…Becky held her ground, for hours! Maybe she was punishing big sis for allowing them to get
caught in some fanciful little spat; she never told.
Given
a fresh opportunity by the warden every 10 seconds, or sooner, Rachel would
stare straight ahead and say not a word, not even divulging: Name, rank and serial number! Wow!
Finally,
after coaxing and “good wishes” and vacant
threats, when a few “long” hours had passed, Becky would suddenly take a
deep breath and blurt out a bellicose “I’m
Sorry!” and burst into tears;
the warden dutifully granted a “pardon” and all-is-well
resumed.
(Personally,
I’ll never believe she meant a single word of the apology!) Just like her old man!
Yeah!
Another (of many) transgression-confessions.
I’d rather be right than popular! Amen!
Fortunately,
for the warden and her Captain-of-the-guard, these events were very infrequent!
Ah! Cookie
Jar Sweet “I’m sorry! (that I got caught) Memories!
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