Friday, May 15, 2009

Where's that second R?

It seems I've been focusing far two much on the first R lately and pretty much completely ignoring the second R, so let's check out some writing today.

We're going to go in the way-back machine and check out an old WoolleyScott post - maybe you'll like it and maybe you won't...but I like it and blogging is all about the ego-massage anyway. So without further ado, a little piece titled:

Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

Now I realize that Jen and I are not always your Wile E. Coyote-type geniuses when it comes to parenting, but this one was a doozy.

Note the dazed expression on the sprouts in the picture above. Note that, except for the insertion of Chex Mix, the mouths are quietly closed. Note that the “poke” fingers are strangely within their proper personal space.

I know what you’re thinking...some sort of kiddy-Xanax, right? But no, it’s actually a different man-made marvel.

In fact, I’d go so far as to say this is a technological breakthrough of the sort that hasn’t been seen since the introduction of the Ziploc baggie....or Glide tooth floss. So you see what I’m getting at here; it’s big!

See, in this piece of crap Chevy Mini-Van that we rented from Alamo (which makes a sound like the tranny is going to drop out every time I put it in reverse) has within it the miracle marvel.

Yes, the flip-down ceiling TV with dvd player.

Back to the “genius” parents for just a moment: when Jen and I bought our spanking new mini-van a couple years back, we scoffed (SCOFFED!) at the salesman trying to shove the dvd player on us. “Listen, Buddy,” we informed him. “Perfect parents like us don’t need a dvd player in the car. We talk to the kids. We TEACH the kids while driving the countryside. We don’t neglect our children by shoving them in front of a TV just to keep them quiet.”

Man, we were insufferable dorks back then.

Anyway, that dvd thing is a godsend. Let me tell you, when you’re tailing some Big Island Grandma in a 30-year-old Mazda pickup for 64 curvy miles at 30 mph, trying desperately to make it to the Black Sand Beach...well, I’m almost in tears just thinking about the peace and quiet in that van.

Well, except for the Bugs Bunny soundtrack going at full blast from the dvd.

A small price to pay for a little peace and quiet from the back seat.

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