Memories Of When A Few Of My Kids Where Young

This
Post
is from
January 10, 2017
called
Middle-Schoolers, Right?
And if you ever had any,
or have any,
you know what I mean.

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When your children are young,

they are very susceptible

and are learning from the things they see,

smell,

and touch.

They are being taught what is right

and wrong.

They pick up habits from the people around them.

It doesn't matter if they are good

or bad ones.

This is a story of one of those moments that seem so innocent

and harmless,

that most people would disregard the memory after it happened.

For me?

I love this memory.

It shows how smart kids are

and how quickly they can learn.

It all started in my 1995 Mitsubishi Montero. A large enough vehicle to cart all my kids around town in. Side note. When you become a Parent, you also become a Taxi Driver who doesn't get paid. The Montero, though roomy, was a very low tech vehicle compared to today's cars. It had air-conditioning, electric windows, and an AM-FM radio, with a built-in CD player. So I had a box of CDs in the car at all times. One of the CDs became a family favorite after only a few plays. The group was really talented, and being an ex-musician myself, I loved that my kids like to listen to music so much. One morning I was taking my three youngest children, who were born 1 year apart from one another, to school. Conveniently, that year they were all attending the same middle school together. On the way, one of them popped in the CD, "40oz. to Freedom" by Sublime. Everything seemed fine that morning and was moving along smoothly. The kids were singing along to the songs instead of fighting with each other and I was feeling pretty good that day myself. Before I turned into the school's parking lot, to wait inline with the other Moms dropping off their kids, I was taking pride in the fact that all three knew every lyric to every song. I mean every song. There was time to listen to one more, and when it came on, all three of them knew the lyrics and started singing;

I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joints at night
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, and then I smoke two more

I stopped the car, turned off the CD player, and made each one promise that they would never sing the song, "Smoke Two Joints," at school, ever! All three were so smart that they knew right away what I was afraid off. They all started laughing. Each one promised they would never sing it at school, but couldn't help themselves from laughing until the school bell rang to start the day. 

This is,

Jeez, 

Middle-Schoolers,

Right?

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Parents are too innocent for the Boschian landscapes of middle school.” 
- Karen Joy Fowler, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it! 

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