My daughter and I went peach picking. And we bought like 40 lbs. of peaches.
So for the past two weeks, it’s been pretty much peach everything. Just like Bubba said. But instead of shrimp, peaches.
“Shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. There’s, um, shrimp kababs, shrimp creole, shrimp gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple shrimp and lemon shrimp, coconut shrimp, pepper shrimp, shrimp soup, shrimp stew, shrimp salad, shrimp and potatoes, shrimp burger, shrimp sandwich…That, that’s about it.”
To me, peaches are summer. Biting into a fresh peach–especially one I’ve just picked from the tree, one that has been warmed by the sun–and have that juice drip down my chin and get my shirt all stained? Yep, that’s about it.
As a parent, do I need to teach my children how to do everything?
Take personal hygiene. I thought all those years of washing babies, then toddlers, then little children in the tub would prepare them for self-washing.
Yeah, rubbing soap on your belly doesn’t clean your arm pits. And washing your hair with conditioner, doesn’t clean your hair. It just makes it soft. And putting shaving cream all over your body just wastes the shaving cream.
Conditioning shampoo. Nourishing conditioner. Tricky wording. For awhile there, my son had the softest, but dirtiest hair in town.
We have since found the 2-in-1 and even the 3-in-1. Genius, really. No parenting required.
That’s what my driver’s education teacher said way back when. Slow down! You need to brake, NOW!
I drive fast but safe. “Safely fast,” you could call it.
The past three times I’ve been pulled over for speeding, I only got one ticket. Must be my charm. And good manners.
In fact, the other day, I was hauling up the highway in Missouri. on my way to Kansas City. Out of the corn fields, a Missouri state highway patrol was on my tail, with flashing lights. A thought ran through my head: Smokey and the Bandit.
I pulled over to the side of the highway.
Ma’am, I clocked you going 80.
I am sooooo sorry, officer. My son and I have been visiting family and we’re heading to the airport. Again, I am sooooo sorry.
And I was sorry. Sorta. Sorry that my son saw me getting busted.
Turned out, I got off with a $10 fine but no speeding ticket. Whew! My midwestern manners and big smile paid off. Again.
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