Two toddlers asleep, two pre-schoolers and two grade schoolers in the fort---a Mommy/Aunt who needs a rest. I dragged my beach chair out into the yard, determining just the perfect angle to face some hot sunny rays (yes, I still have my 15 year-old beach chair....just couldn't part with it. "just in case," as I always say. And yes, I do realize that sitting in the sun is taboo these days). But, old beach chairs and sun are irresistible despite the reality of no ocean nearby and the cancer risks.
As I read the prologue of my new book, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, I became distracted by the four hooligans darting around the yard. The younger ones as "the good guys" and the older ones "the evil bad guys." Sam and Jack climbed up into their favorite tree using the rope ladder that they created. Avery stared longingly up into the tree, sadly wishing she were brave enough to try the rope. The next bit of conversation made me smile:
Avery: "I wish my Daddy were here. Then he would get me up into the tree."
No one replied.
Avery: "Well, if Uncle Jason were here, then he could get me up into the tree."
Again, no reply from the boys. I watched covertly through my saucer-sized sunglasses, waiting for my cue.
Avery: "Well, how can I get up there?! If Mommy were here, she couldn't do it. Mommies can't do that."
Finally, Sam glances over at me lounging in my chair and pipes up:
"Moms can DO it, they just don't WANT to! Because they want to relax!"
LOL! How WISE for his nine years!
Finally, Avery felt that Aunt Teresa MIGHT be able to get her up into a branch; which I did; and in which she stayed in for about 3 minutes :) Back to the beach chair and my 2-inch thick book.....
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