We went to the memorial service of my friends' mom
today. Steve was trying to prepare Ben, so that he didn't act
like a jerk. "Listen pal. This is a memorial service for
Bubbe. People are going to be very sad b/c they loved her very
much. There will be a lot of crying. I need you to make me
proud. I need you to stay quiet and ask for help when you need
it." Ben said, "Okay, I'll be annoying in the car on the way
there. Once I'm there, I'll be really quiet. But in my
head, I'll be dancing to the crying." Please tell me I'll get to look back on this and laugh instead of saying, "Yeah, we should have known."
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2 comments:
He'll surprize you and become a budist monk or study gorillas in the wild or be in the peace corp building wells and teaching children in a third world country. It's possible (insert Rogers and Hammerstien's music).
Hmm...that does sound nicer than Unibomber.
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