Forwarding Looking Mud Puddle
Scott and I were in line at ColdStone Creamery the other night (like it, cotton candy with sprinkles and gummy bears in case you were wondering) sans Mud Puddle as he is visiting his grandparents for his school vacation. In line ahead of us were three teenage boys around 17 years old. The one directly in front of me was at least 6’ tall and looked like a former sweet seven year old.
I whispered to Scott that I thought the MP would 10 years hence be that tall (probably a foot taller than me) and I hoped he would continue to be a good guy. Hanging out, getting ice cream on a Saturday night with his friends as opposed to raising hell and making his mother worry. I would hope that my high school MP would make fun of me for being so short, but not all the time and that he would pull his pants up and keep his hair neat like the young man in front of me in line.
This got me to thinking about what else the 17 year old Mud Puddle might be like if these kinds of things were up to me, well they are KIND of up to me. But were I God or Mother Nature or the Heat Miser, what would I order up for my adolescent MP?
I whispered to Scott that I thought the MP would 10 years hence be that tall (probably a foot taller than me) and I hoped he would continue to be a good guy. Hanging out, getting ice cream on a Saturday night with his friends as opposed to raising hell and making his mother worry. I would hope that my high school MP would make fun of me for being so short, but not all the time and that he would pull his pants up and keep his hair neat like the young man in front of me in line.
This got me to thinking about what else the 17 year old Mud Puddle might be like if these kinds of things were up to me, well they are KIND of up to me. But were I God or Mother Nature or the Heat Miser, what would I order up for my adolescent MP?
He will be polite
He will be kind to those who accept kindness and ignore those who don’t
He will be tall
He will have dark hair (kept short) with the same swirl Scott has on the back of his head
He will be funny
He will be clever but not in a mean spirited way
He will continue to enjoy his grandparents’ company
He will swim
He will run
He will talk with his Uncle E about things of importance (foreign affairs) and those of fluff (Call of Duty 37)
He will skate
He will fish
He will pick up his dirty socks but not clean his room
He will pick up his dirty socks but not clean his room
He will be inquisitive about math, science and how things work
He will rest his elbow on my head
He will take out the trash after only being asked to do so once
He will drive fast
He will smile with warmth and laugh with joy
He will rest his elbow on my head
He will take out the trash after only being asked to do so once
He will drive fast
He will smile with warmth and laugh with joy
He will still have Ellie in his room
He will hold open the door for any and all ladies
He will have an eclectic taste in music (and will hopefully share it with me)
He will hold open the door for any and all ladies
He will have an eclectic taste in music (and will hopefully share it with me)
He will like roller coasters
He will give me gray hairs and laugh lines
He will be happy
He will be loved
He will give me gray hairs and laugh lines
He will be happy
He will be loved
posted by Kristi Hallowell @ 7:20 AM
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