Nevermind the grammar. Last week after Mass, yes that’s right walking out of church, Seth raced to the top of a pile of dirty snow and kicked it, showering dirty snow all over a man and his children. I yelled at Seth to get down right as he claims he was going to apologize. By the time he was down the family was walking across the street and there was too much traffic to catch up to them. It all happpened so quickly. The race to the top of the pile, the kick, my drawn out, “NOOOOOOOOO,” the dirty look from the father who got showered (who could blame him), Seth freaking out “I didn’t meant to!” Me saying, “but Seth you have to apologize!” He and Jonny saying that it was too late. Me realizing that it was indeed too late. All of us feeling embarrassed. Oh well. We discussed it. He wrote the sentences.
I have never been very coordinated. The only sport I participated in when I was younger was track. Passing the baton was a challenge to me. This is how I explain the fact that even though I don’t use a flash, and even though I was the one pressing the button to take the picture of myself, I still closed my eyes. And this happened more than once.
So that’s it. Nothing too fancy.