My heart does flips when I behold
The peas and carrots fly:
So was it when I first began;
So is it with each little man;
Shall it be so ’til I grow old?
I heave a sigh!
The Child is father of the Man;
But now, I find my days to be
Filled to the brim with piles of stained laun-der-y.
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Forgive me Mr. Wordsworth, wherever you are. While chatting with my brother on the phone this weekend, I paused to bellow gently at the children: “Stop eating like The Cookie Monster! I am tired of cleaning up the mess!” My brother laughed wickedly; but I forgive him because he has small children too and suffers similar things.
“Soylent green is people!” Have you seen that movie with Charleston Heston? That actor troubled me when I was a child, because my ideal of masculine beauty was Roy Rogers – next to him I thought Charleston Heston looked odd.
Some months ago I did a 30 day “detox” diet which forbad many kinds of food. I bought a bottle of salad dressing much like the one above (though without people in it). It excluded many things. I made my melancholy way through it – I even carried on for a while after the diet was over – but at last I rebelled and washed the rest down the sink.
I saw a sign outside a fast food restaurant recently which read, “AN APPLE TURNOVER A DAY WELL THEY’RE DELICIOUS.” There is something to that.