Yesterday evening I took cute Jonah and cute William for a walk. Jones likes to pretend that he's chasing William, so William grabbed my hand and we started to run. I heard Jonah laughing at us, and then he hollered, "William's pants and diaper fell down". Sure enough, his pants, which were a bit big around the waist, and diaper were down around his ankles. We had a bare-bottomed baby running down the street. What the heck? We got his pants back on and everything covered up again, but something about them falling once started a cycle of constant pants loss. Every ten steps the kid was streaking again! What do I do with this? Finally Jonah handed over his scooter (he likes to take his scooter on walks). William got on it and I pushed him home. It cut out the leg motion, so his pants stayed on, and we got home faster. Crisis managed. What a circus.
Today I went for a walk up city creek canyon and saw a car with a bumper sticker that read, "Free Tibet". My first thought - how on earth am I suppose to do that? I live in Salt Lake City. I have absolutely no pull when it comes to Chinese/Tibetan affairs. I suppose I could try to call China...? Nah, they wouldn't listen to me. That car owner is going to have to find someone else to free Tibet.
Another bumper sticker I saw today said, "I walk my dog and I vote". This one stumped me too. I don't really see how the two are connected? I suppose the point is that this person is going to support all pro-dog walking legislation as often as occasion arises. How often could that be? I don't know.
And then I saw a licence plate frame - "Girls who read never go to bed alone". So true. Lately I've been going to bed with John Adams. That might me more scandalous than the half naked baby running down the street.
And finally, on my way back to the COB I passed by a park that I used to bring the girls to when they were little. There's a wall that winds up a small hill, back and forth. They loved climbing on that thing, Mariah especially. Today I looked at it out of the corner of my eye and smiled. What sweet girls.
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I often wonder what to do with all my "awareness" about issues.
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