Kinder-Garden

Reader Contribution by Pat Stone
article image

Look, I like my kids. All of them. The two-year-old with the teeth. The ten-year-old with the pouts. The seven-year-old who fights with the twelve-year-old. And the ten-year-old. That is, when they’re not fighting each other. Or the two-year-old with the teeth.

My kids don’t drive me crazy. They don’t. Why? Do I sound edgy? Do your kids ever drive you crazy?

It’s just that once in a while, when the end of the day comes, I think how nice it’d be to spend a few moments, quiet, peaceful moments, in the garden. So, while the two-, the seven-, the ten-, and the twelve-year-old aren’t looking, I slip outside the door, and stealthily saunter out to my garden. Ah, yes, there it is. And sure enough, as soon as my gay collage of growing plants sees me, they all greet me, in unison:

“Hey! Where were you all day?!”

Comments (0) Join others in the discussion!
    Online Store Logo
    Need Help? Call 1-800-234-3368