High Standards

One evening in Florida, Aid's Uncle Joe made him (and his cousin) a bear made out of play-do. I have to admit I was impressed with his play-do sculpting abilities. It really did look like a bear. The following evening, Aid asked for a bear to be made. With Joe nowhere in site, I chickened out. "Oh, I don't think mommy can make a bear like Uncle Joe. What if I make this shark for you?" My sister in law stepped in to save the day. "I'll give it a shot!" She sat there manipulating the dough in her hands, very focused. She completed the bear and gave it to Aid. He gasped. "What is it??"

We died laughing. It looked nothing like a bear. Like a pig maybe.

The next day at the beach, Aid asked me to make a bear out of sand next to his sand castle. "Oh good grief," I thought. But with nobody to bail me out I started to it. After creating my little bear, I had to admit that it also did not look like a damn bear. "Oh, mama! Look you made a mouse!" (ha ha little man, ha ha). "No, Aid," I said, "It's a bear guarding your castle."

"No mama, bears do not guard castles. Dinos do! Thanks for the mouse. He is so cute."

Sigh. I give up.