Friday, July 24, 2009
A Concert in a Parking Lot
The other day my friend & I took our boys downtown to the BMX park, and let them ride the big jumps. Afterwards they were covered in dirt, so we let them change. Then we went to get pizza. Well Ethan had not put on his shirt yet, and was carrying it in his hand. This was so that he could more effectively make arm pit farts. I was horrified, and started yelling at him to put his shirt back on when a huge truck in the parking lot started to reverse towards us. The truck was full of older guys and they wanted Ethan to "play" his armpit for them. My brain could not process what I was witnessing, and then it became crystal clear, "boys never really grow up." And that thought actually made me happy, because I now know that no matter how big my boys get they will always laugh at silly things. I wish I had a picture of Ethan playing his armpit for those guys, because all them boys were having the time of their lives. So if you ever feel blue, remember that you too have the power to make laughter, and you don't have to look any further than your own armpit.
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Thank you my young friend. Somedays I feel constricted by world events. If it isn't some noted scholar telling me how horrible I am because I believe in something or the police telling me the world is a terrible place. Then it's some guy with a telescope telling me a giant rock is going to end life as I know it.
Along comes the wonderful good humor of our grandchildren, I really miss them, telling me life is cool because he can fart from his arm pit.
We love you musical arm pit warrior.
Aunt Tessa, Grandma Barney and me
That is hilarious, as grandma was on her roller when the fueler (JOE)went by. To make Joe laugh grandma stood up on her roller and made arm pit farts for Joe...It made him laugh. So, everytime Joe goes by we make beautiful music together and LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH!!! Girls just want to have fun. Dirt, arm pit farts and laughter...life is good, Thanks for the laughter...Grandma Rolli
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