Children continue to simplify life’s complexities for me, and this time I have video to prove it. But let’s start with a little history, courtesy of my younger son:
The story of Duncan’s birth goes something like this: Erin’s water broke in the car as I sped over the train tracks on Rosemont Street in Haverhill. Once at the hospital, as Erin was propping herself up to get out of the car, I accidentally slammed the door on her fingers.
The story, as told by Duncan: “When Dad was taking Mom to the hospital to have me, they had a rough ride. First her water glass broke, then she cut her finger.”
At Sean’s 10th birthday party, his friend Lukas expressed his awe over my being a writer. “I didn’t know you had a biography,” he said, meaning this blog.
“I sure do,” I said. “You want my autograph?
Lukas smirked, grinned and said, “Yeah, right. You wish.”
Sean, after watching Star Wars Episode 3: Revenge of the Sith: “This is the best day of my life. I got to watch a PG-13 movie.
Sean, explaining to his mother why he should be allowed to watch more violent movies: “I know what a real heart looks like, you know.”
My 3-year-old nephew, Chase, telling me to use my brain: “Think about it, will ya baby?”
My almost 3-year-old niece, Madison, letting me know what she thinks of my humor: “Stop talking and walk away, Uncle Bill.”
Duncan, informing me that Sean just questioned his intellect again: “Daaaaaad! Sean said my brain is empty and his is full!”
Madison, looking out for Cousin Duncan’s best interests:
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