Out of the Mouths of Babes (or First Graders as the case may be)

Picture the scene, a typical Thursday night, the MP, Scott, and I lined up on the couch. Probably a French Bulldog somewhere in the mix.

The MP is reclining into the cushions, one foot lazily grazing the coffee table, cup of water in hand. It was like Frank Sinatra had sauntered in and planted himself down for a cocktail and a chitchat. Ringa-ding-ding.

As we watched “Survivor” (ok, I watched, they were kibitzing) a conversation ensued about being stung by a hornet or a wasp. Scott states he has been and I state I never was.

Scott finds this hard to believe and then informs the MP that he WILL be stung at some point in his life because that is the curse of boys: to be stung by flying insects.

I argue that it isn’t the curse of ALL boys just the ones who deem it necessary to harass wasps and hornets by throwing rocks at their nest or poking it with a stick.

Scott says that ALL boys do that and the MP is bound to one day.

At which point I state that the MP probably would NOT do that as he is a. afraid of flying insects that sting and b. not prone to that kind of punk like behavior.

To which Scott replies: Neither was I but I did it.

To which I retort “aren’t you the one that threw a Tonka truck out of a tree to prove it wasn’t indestructible and didn’t that in fact require premeditation on your part?”

The MP chimes in (quietly listening in to our friendly, if not spirited, banter up until this point) and says “But I DO mediate!!”

Um, ok. Good to know. Hopeful the wasps will sense his "Zen like" being and fly on to a less mellow fellow.