cluttering the net since 2001

conversing bucky-like

Friday, May. 24, 2002

Taking “Bucky” to school this morning…


“Is the concert tonight?”


“No bud…it’s not until next Friday night.  Why?”


“I just wanted to know because I’m excited.”




“Hey Mom….this is my first concert.  I never went to one before.  And they’re going to play your song.  That’s pretty tight.”




Ya know….neat, cool.  Um…when something was cool when you were 9 what did you say it was?”


“I said it was cool I guess”


hmmm that’s tight.”




There’s never a conversation that I have with my son that I don’t feel grateful for.  Except for maybe this one…




“Go clean up your bedroom, it’s a pigpen”


“I don’t want to”


“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to, I asked you to just go clean it up”


“Man, I have to do everything I don’t want to do”


“So do I !!!”


“When am I going to be able to do what I want to do?”


“Never, I’m &* years old and I still can’t do whatever I want to do, that’s life!”


“Life stinks!  Can’t I clean it later?”


“Yes you can clean it later.”




“Ok Bucky….It’s later now!”


…..ya know…I really love that kid….


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