Tonight on the bus, we all witnessed a moment when a kid says something that tells you how it really is at their house. And this is coming from a family that, quite frankly, doens’t hide much in the first place, according to my midwest, white collar, rural, “everythings-just-fine-cuz-here-we-are-in-the-pew” sort of living.
The 3 kids (mentioned in the post before this one) are laughing that their dad has fallen asleep on the bus. The oldest is mad that he keeps leaning on her in his sleep. As we’re pulling into the parking lot, the kids are yelling at him to wake him up. The youngest suddenly pipes up “wake up you lazy #%ithead” with a lilt to his voice and a tone that suggests he has suddenly channeled his mother.
“Little pitchers have big ears,” sings John Prine. This kid has taken it all in.
(I stifled my laugh for hours, people. Hours.)
