Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Dandelions in the grass

(Pre-script: This post best paired with the song,"Good Intentions," by Toad the Wet Sprocket. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and read the post. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)
Ethan hands me a dandelion that he has picked from the lawn.
I say,
"Thanks, Ethan."
I think,
"I hope there are no bugs hiding in this thing."
Then he brings me another,
and another,
and another.
Each time, I say,
"Thank you"
"Thanks Ethan,"
and each time I think,
"I hope there are no bugs in this thing."
and then, "I would like to not have to hold these anymore, where can I put them down?"
But he is so happy to bring them to me, every time he finds one.
so I just hold them.
You may be horrified that there could be so many dandelions in one lawn.
Maybe instead of fretting about the bugs, I should teach the kid to pick these pesky weeks out by the roots.



Lee Ryan said...

Nice post!!

Brian said...

Ha, often prepared to do for others...what a great kid.