"Kid’s they’ll drive you crazy or you’ll die from laughter"
Kid’s they’ll drive you crazy or you’ll die from laughter
Published 2.17.10 Cass Lake Time
By Allan Olson
It’s a wonder how my parents or anyone’s parents ever survived their children’s younger years. I’m in what could easily be considered the beginning of a long stretch and many nights I wonder how I’m going to survive the next 16 years.
I can be myself sometimes a little; well we will just call it what it is forgetful. Well the story goes like this, a couple weeks ago my wife and oldest daughter (3) came back from town with valentines and candy for this last week’s parties at their kid’s respective schools. We put the candy and valentines in our room failing to lock the door foolishly thinking nobody would get into them. At the same time as all of this was going on we had a houseful of company celebrating my oldest son’s (7) birthday. My daughter decided like she does with most things to go seek those missing items out on their own. A short time later she reappears with the valentines, exasperated I take them back to my room (at least I think I did), of course once again I failed to think to lock the door (yea I know fool), I mean really my sweet little child wouldn’t get into them again, right?
Fast forward a few hours company is gone house is quiet, finally after a long weekend. The first of the two school parties was Tuesday so my wife decided to get a jump on getting those cards addressed. So she asks me where I put them. I honestly couldn’t remember. I was certain I put them back in the bedroom. Well those three boxes of valentines couldn’t have gone too far right? I searched high and low in every nook and cranny (at least so I thought) my wife and I checked the same places likely several times to no avail. I call my youngest brother, “hey do you know where I put them valentines?” No luck. I try my older brother. No luck. Okay back to searching the house I looked in places I know they couldn’t have been but this isn’t a Hollywood mansion so they can’t be too far right?
Well to this day I don’t know where I put those pesky valentines, but they were recovered.
See it goes like this. I was walking by my daughter’s room the next morning trying to get kids ready for school when I noticed she was playing with what appeared to be a box of valentines on the floor. I stopped in my tracks turned around and headed towards her. She jumps up with the valentines and heads to her closet. Busted and she knows it. Okay back on track all three valentines boxes are recovered. Only one problem, where did she get them or where did I put them?
I wasn’t mad at her at least not much for hiding the valentines, I was mad at myself for forgetting where I put the things. So I started questioning the little prisoner while I was getting her ready for school. So I ask. Where did you find them? (A) In my closet. Now I might be forgetful but I know I didn’t put them in her closet. Okay so next question. Where did you get them? (A) At the store. Okay strike two. I shake my head in frustration and amusement in her simple logical explanations. Let’s try a different question. Where did daddy put them before you found them again? (A) I don’t know. Okay I know when I’m beat. Its strike three my turn is over. I found the valentines still intact and all the kids little friends at school got valentines without me having to go to the store and replacing them, thank goodness.
I don’t know what I would do without the antics of my kids. Life sure would be dull but would it be simpler? I guess I will never know and I don’t want to find out.
As long as I can continue to escape reality on an occasional basis I dare say I can make it. I mean after all my parents raised my brothers and I how hard could the next 16 years possibly be? I can make it. It can’t be that difficult, right?
Published 2.17.10 Cass Lake Time
By Allan Olson
It’s a wonder how my parents or anyone’s parents ever survived their children’s younger years. I’m in what could easily be considered the beginning of a long stretch and many nights I wonder how I’m going to survive the next 16 years.
I can be myself sometimes a little; well we will just call it what it is forgetful. Well the story goes like this, a couple weeks ago my wife and oldest daughter (3) came back from town with valentines and candy for this last week’s parties at their kid’s respective schools. We put the candy and valentines in our room failing to lock the door foolishly thinking nobody would get into them. At the same time as all of this was going on we had a houseful of company celebrating my oldest son’s (7) birthday. My daughter decided like she does with most things to go seek those missing items out on their own. A short time later she reappears with the valentines, exasperated I take them back to my room (at least I think I did), of course once again I failed to think to lock the door (yea I know fool), I mean really my sweet little child wouldn’t get into them again, right?
Fast forward a few hours company is gone house is quiet, finally after a long weekend. The first of the two school parties was Tuesday so my wife decided to get a jump on getting those cards addressed. So she asks me where I put them. I honestly couldn’t remember. I was certain I put them back in the bedroom. Well those three boxes of valentines couldn’t have gone too far right? I searched high and low in every nook and cranny (at least so I thought) my wife and I checked the same places likely several times to no avail. I call my youngest brother, “hey do you know where I put them valentines?” No luck. I try my older brother. No luck. Okay back to searching the house I looked in places I know they couldn’t have been but this isn’t a Hollywood mansion so they can’t be too far right?
Well to this day I don’t know where I put those pesky valentines, but they were recovered.
See it goes like this. I was walking by my daughter’s room the next morning trying to get kids ready for school when I noticed she was playing with what appeared to be a box of valentines on the floor. I stopped in my tracks turned around and headed towards her. She jumps up with the valentines and heads to her closet. Busted and she knows it. Okay back on track all three valentines boxes are recovered. Only one problem, where did she get them or where did I put them?
I wasn’t mad at her at least not much for hiding the valentines, I was mad at myself for forgetting where I put the things. So I started questioning the little prisoner while I was getting her ready for school. So I ask. Where did you find them? (A) In my closet. Now I might be forgetful but I know I didn’t put them in her closet. Okay so next question. Where did you get them? (A) At the store. Okay strike two. I shake my head in frustration and amusement in her simple logical explanations. Let’s try a different question. Where did daddy put them before you found them again? (A) I don’t know. Okay I know when I’m beat. Its strike three my turn is over. I found the valentines still intact and all the kids little friends at school got valentines without me having to go to the store and replacing them, thank goodness.
I don’t know what I would do without the antics of my kids. Life sure would be dull but would it be simpler? I guess I will never know and I don’t want to find out.
As long as I can continue to escape reality on an occasional basis I dare say I can make it. I mean after all my parents raised my brothers and I how hard could the next 16 years possibly be? I can make it. It can’t be that difficult, right?
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