I never know what will stick in Roan’s head. As luck would have it, my most twelve-year-old moments seem to be the pick to be seared into his memory. One evening as Anson was fiddling with the TV Set, his underwear was exposed, and in true plumber style, Roan and I got an eyeful of more than we wanted at the time. So I gave Roan a quarter and told him to put it in Dad’s derrière. Roan couldn’t have thought that was funnier and attempted to do so. He attempted to do so every chance he got for about the next week. Anson finally had to be stern and put the kibosh on these antics. With all the fatherly authority he could muster he explained that we simply don’t put money in people’s bums. We just don’t. Really, I mean it, we don’t.
|Roan got the message, and more or less stopped. But Wednesday, April Fool’s Day, he drew a picture at school and handed it to me with every mischievous bone in his body singing the song of the angels. Take a look:|
The words read: “Happy Fols Day chrikid you” (Happy Fool’s Day. Tricked you.)
Roan then whispered in my ear, “That is Dad’s tooshie”, pointing to the skin colored blob on the right side of the person-shaped figure. Of course, the object on the other side is a coin. And arrows connect them beautifully. I am immensely proud. I am totally amused. I am also slightly concerned about what his teacher must think, but mostly I’m amused and proud.
Have a great weekend, and keep your cracks covered! (Sorry, I just turned twelve again.)