I too have an inner 5 year old, however what seems to come through the cartoon bubble over my head--with the often times humorous sarcastic wit--is from my dear departed parents. Especially Dad--in the voice of that 5 year old.
Both of them were very quick on the uptake, so one tried to not leave too many doors open when in their company lest one of them step through with an attention getting joke at your expense.
They grew up in a generation of children that were navigating the end days of the Great Depression. Compliments were hard to come by, but reprimands were dealt out a dime a dozen.
What, me judgmental? I dare anyone to say they don’t judge. Our days are filled with them from making the proper judgment of what clothes to wear, what food to consume, to the knee jerk reaction of flipping someone off on the highway. Too bad we can’t all be Jesus or Buddha on any given day, all day. My halo hangs forgotten and dusty on my bedpost.
Thanks for the fun and introspective read.
I too have an inner 5 year old, however what seems to come through the cartoon bubble over my head--with the often times humorous sarcastic wit--is from my dear departed parents. Especially Dad--in the voice of that 5 year old.
Both of them were very quick on the uptake, so one tried to not leave too many doors open when in their company lest one of them step through with an attention getting joke at your expense.
They grew up in a generation of children that were navigating the end days of the Great Depression. Compliments were hard to come by, but reprimands were dealt out a dime a dozen.
What, me judgmental? I dare anyone to say they don’t judge. Our days are filled with them from making the proper judgment of what clothes to wear, what food to consume, to the knee jerk reaction of flipping someone off on the highway. Too bad we can’t all be Jesus or Buddha on any given day, all day. My halo hangs forgotten and dusty on my bedpost.
(Note to self--put it on after brushing teeth!) 😇
Love this!