Just received this from our friend Em (who blogs over at American Princess – she sometimes lets me sit at the foot of the throne and tap out a coupla guest posts there)
So I’ve been visiting friends in Louisiana for the last few days, partly to catch up because I haven’t seen them in forever, and partly because I love Mardi Gras and thanks to a special surprise, I was actually able to go this year and enjoy it. I love everything about the south: the food, the pace of life, the fact that my skin doesn’t get dry and that people walk around with funny hats on for no reason and don’t get self-conscious. But most of all, I love it because of interactions like this:
We were sitting around the kitchen table after Bacchus, when a two year old child came running in brandishing a toy shotgun (with real cocking and smoking action!), aiming and firing at nothing, shortly followed by his mother.
Mother: "Give me that gun!"
Child: "No!"
Mother: "Give ME THAT GUN!"
Child: "No!"
Mother takes the gun.
Child cries.
Father (from Kitchen Table): "Give him back that gun, Nancy Pelosi!"
Another child (also from Kitchen Table) bursts into tears: "Don’t call mama that, Daddy!!!"
I believe the children ARE our future.
Thank God.