A quick little bit today to help keep a promise to myself to put "pen to paper" on a more regular basis…
Little Bro, Little Sis, Little NatureGirl
When I was around 7 years old and we lived in Loomis CA, in a little pinkish house that was supposed to be brown. One day we were moving furniture around in the bedrooms, but I do not remember why. My little sister and I shared the far back bedroom whose door was directly across from my parents bedroom door. My parents had brought their king-sized mattress into our bedroom temporarily and propped it up on its end, leaning against our bunk beds. My dad asked me to stand up against the mattress so it would not fall down. My little brother, who was about 2 or 3, dutifully stood next to me with his back against the mattress. He was a super cute kid. After what I remember felt like a very long time, I got tired of standing and so sat down. At 7, I was quite a bit taller than my toddler brother. Enough taller apparently that it was only my added height keeping the mattress upright. When I sat down, legs outstretched, the whole weight of the floppy mattress came down on us, folding me in half and flattening the baby. There was no way I could move an inch and if my brother could, he did not let on. I screamed and screamed until my parents came running in and then they laughed and laughed. I do not remember thinking it was funny. I am sure there is a lesson in there somewhere.
Quote of the Day:"Because of their size, parents may be difficult to discipline properly.