I found this in one of my documents folders. I must have written it during a period when I didn't have 'net at home and forgotten about it! Found it cute, so I'm sharing it now.
In or Out
Remember when we were kids, and our mothers yelled at us, “in or out! You‘re letting all the heat out” ? There was always something requiring multiple trips in and out the door, much to our mother’s chagrin. Inside, outside, door opening and slamming. You just HAD to let the door slam…you were in too big of a hurry to close it gently. Mama unable to concentrate on her conversation - phone or in person. Or her "stories", or her book.
Kids today are the same. I think it’s a universal thing. Somewhere in Botswana a mother yells “Kotu! IN or out. I can’t stand the slamming of that tent flap even ONE MORE TIME! And you‘re letting all the heat in!”
My boys are in to get this, out to do that. They love to - Oh, and THIS is my favorite, you know - CHASE each other in the front door, through the house and out the back. Whoever is last inside locks the other out and wins, cackling with demonic glee. Incidentally, they love to play this particular game in my mini-van, also. I oughta take stock in the WD-40 company. Where is all that energy, all that joie de vivre, when I want them to pick up after themselves?
My only consolation is that someday their children will be the same way, and their children, and their children. Future generations will yell at THEIR kids, “In or out, Zoltron. All that decompression has my ears popping! And you’re letting all the heat out of the airlock.”
Cheryl Lee
05/13/2009
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