Captain Chaos, a popcorn and potato chip junkie, found me at the computer this morning. She immediately asked me to make her breakfast, and then launched into an accounting of all the owies and boo-boos that she recently acquired.
“Will you give me chips for breakfast? In a bowl? Some chips? Please?”
“You want potato chips for breakfast?” I asked.
“Yep! Chips will make my foot feel better,” she explained sweetly, holding up one perfectly uninjured foot for inspection.
It is amazing how well their powers of argumentation develop at such an early age.
Yesterday, Major Havoc wanted to play a game. He picked up two sticks in the front yard and handed one to me.
“Here, dad. This is your targeting device.”
Behind him, General Mayhem nodded his head with understanding. He’s played this game before.
“Targeting device?”
“Yeah. Now, aim it at the tree there.” He pointed to the maple in our front yard.
I took aim, threw the stick, and hit the tree trunk.
“That’s great, dad!” the Major exclaimed. “You won fifty points!”
General Mayhem smiled. “You’re playing to one thousand.”
“This could take awhile,” I observed. “At fifty points a hit.”
The General just laughed.
Major Havoc took aim with his stick, threw it, and hit the tree. “Look at that!” he cried out. “That was worth 250 points!”
“The point system is sliiiiiiiiightly rigged in his favor,” the General observed.
“You think?”
My second throw hit the tree trunk, earning me another fifty points, while the Major’s second throw was a glancing blow that ricocheted off the side of the tree and into the street.
“That was worth 350 points!” he called out as he ran to get his
I think politicians play by these rules, with the majority party always setting the point value in their favor, and against the tax payer. Will we ever elect people who do not play like 7 year olds once they get into office?
Just wonderin’…
10 comments:
The Captain is toooo cute!!
7-year-olds? I was thinkin' it looks more like Kindergarten up there in DC.
I think you're overestimating the mental age of politicians, myself.
I am dealing with teens today who are acting like they are approximately THREE. My head may explode.
well, did she or did she not get chips for breakfast? the lobbyists here would want her list of tricks if she did.
Ah...nope!
hmmm, I agree with the Captain-potato chips could most certainly help an uninjured foot!
Glad to hear the dog is hunting coons now. Enjoy the peace and quiet. The group missed you this week at running club.
I didn't know it was dog-free Friday. How disappointed you must have been to visit my blog only to realize that my dog was the guest blogger for today.
well, I am sure the Captain will think of another approach. :)
I'm so glad you're getting sleep now. I'm sure your kids are appreciatuve... =P
Good try for the Captain! I'm afraid that I'm at the age now where I would let her have the chips.
Apparently, politicians DO play by those very same rules. And it's adorable in a 7 year old. In an adult? Not so much....
Glad you found a good home for the coon dog! Dog stories need to have a happy ending, of course.
Love the story of the game with the skewed points system.
Thanks for following along with me on my blog merger. I appreciate it!
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