Saturday, March 1, 2014
Our Fearless Leader
Sometimes, being a fearless leader is more about donning a fuzzy horse's hat and planting yourself in the snow. Or maybe that's just us.
Jason is our provider. He provides the calm steady voice in a crisis, the biggest lap, and the strongest set of arms. He also provides our daily humor, or at the very least, provokes it.
A few notes I ran across recently:
(Last Father's Day - let's not even talk about how long I've been hanging onto this scrap of paper)
Jason was resting on the family room floor. "I better go lay some grass seed. But I don't want to get up."
"Well, it's your day. You can do whatever you want," Audrey said.
"Can I lie here all day?"
Audrey snickered. "If you trust me to do the grass seed."
(August 13, 2013)
Jason was making lunch while talking to Nathan. "You're a turkey."
"I'm not a turkey," Nathan said.
"You're a turkey, and guess what I'm having for lunch?" Jason asked, moved toward Nathan with his fingers curved into claws.
(Friday the 11th, month and year apparently not important enough to write down, but 2013)
Audrey: It's so nice out, too bad it's too wet.
Jason: Well, Mom might have a plan.
(On a day Jason was preparing for an overseas trip, presumably after Friday the 11th)
Jason: Too bad I don't have another one of those (pointing to the new Surface he had bought me to replace my old computer) to take with me.
Audrey: Too bad you don't have another one of those (pointing to me) to take with you.
(A day in 2014. I was cleaning out the pantry and overheard the following go down in the kitchen from my work - hiding - place.)
Jason (to Audrey): If you do [garbled muffled garble]* again, I'm going to throw it off a high building.
Audrey: Where are you going to find this high building?
*I have no idea what garbled muffled garble she was doing. I do know that sometimes it's good to be the one snickering behind the closed door of the pantry, instead of the strong-armed one. Or the one wearing the horse's hat. And that we don't know what we'd do without our equine-wearing leader, except laugh less.