Friday, August 9, 2013

Cowboy Boots and Slamming Doors

The middle kid used to take guitar lessons.  She was really good but refuses to play anymore. A little after she started lessons, she asked if she could have a pair of cowboy boots.  This is a kid who asks for nothing so absolutely will get you some boots.


The day in question, I went to pick her up from lessons. She walked to the back seat of the car. Door opens, door slams shut and off I went. Fortunately I only got about two blocks away before I turn back to ask the kid a question. I’m sure you see where this is going, there is a rapidly shrinking silhouette of my kid in the rear view mirror, doing her best to keep up in her new boots.  I turn around, scoop her up and apologize profusely.  She puts blame square on her boots. “I almost had you, it's just I couldn’t run fast in these.”   I like that assignment blame.

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