My mind reminds me of a bog, or tar pit. Memories of days gone by are sort of mummified in the depths, forever preserved, and every now and then a bubble of shifting gas brings something long buried to the surface.
Okay, that metaphor needs work.
My point is, I was watching Babby knock blocks together and then suddenly laughed out loud as I dredged up this old memory:
I am a bored teenager, pawing through my parents’ bookshelves for something I haven’t read a zillion times. On a high shelf I find a book about how to raise and nurture your gifted child!
I walk around feeling good about myself for a while, and then casually mention it to my mother.
Me: “Hey, Mum, I spotted this book about raising gifted kids on the shelf. Why do you have that?”
Mum: “Oh! I bought it when you were little, just in case I ever needed it.”
Me: “Yeah?”
Mum: “I didn’t.”
OMG, that’s FUNNY! But from your writing, I can see you’re a smart cookie and I bet your mom cracked the book after all. 🙂
ICLW #27
I choose to believe she couldn’t reach it on that high shelf ;P
Bwahaha – do we have the same mother?
*eerie music*
Ha! Moms.
This made me laugh out loud! Too funny!
Pingback: Why We Don’t Want Our Son To Think He’s Smart. « If By Yes