how could it be june already? seriously. who stole the first five months of this year and let me think that this year would be the regular 12 months? fooled again by father time. oi. notice that it's not mother time. mother time might be a little more expansive and forgiving but no, father time marches on. he's got an agenda. always marching toward the future. can't stop. no potty breaks. hmmm....this father/mother analogy might be a little deeper than i thought.
when you were the kid in the back seat, which parent heard your plea for a potty break? or did your mother have to lobby your father to get him to stop (you know she'll wet the back seat and then you'll really be upset!)...who gave you the extra dime for a snack when you came back through the gas station? tho my dad was not a good stopper, he was the extra dime pushover. mom wanted you to feel guilty about it. you should not want those shiny wrapped bad things. you should want to wait for denny's limp lettuce and warmed over peas.
which brings us to the famous june pastime beyond weddings and graduations--vacations. Did the road trip of the past disappear with the dissolution of the family unit? How many road trips did your family do? I certainly subjected my kids to plenty, seldom with a dad of any sort in tow. They seemed to not want to go with the women and children. and i'm talking two separate men.
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