Friday, May 25

Summer Vacation: A Tale of Two Meanings




va·ca·tion

[vey-key-shuhn, vuh-] noun
1.
a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity,usually used 
for rest, recreation, or travel; recess or holiday: Schoolchildren are 
on vacation now.


Chapter 1

Mom:  School's out! Get your suits on and let's go to the pool!


Kids:  Why are you at the bus stop, Mommy?


Chapter 2

Dad:  Are you enjoying your summer reading, guys?


Minimus:  We just got out of school yesterday, Dad.


Dad:  Well, it's never too early to get started on it. 


Maximus:  We couldn't go to the bookstore to get our books because Mommy took us to the 
                  pool.


                                                        
Chapter 3

Dad:  So, what do you both hope to accomplish this summer? Let's look at 
         your lists!


Minimus:  See? I told you he'd ask about The Lists already.


Maximus:  But it's just the first week of summer vacation! 


Dad:  If you don't have a plan, then before you know it the summer will be over and you 
        won't have anything to show for it.


Kids:  We tried to write our lists but they got wet when Mommy took us to the pool.


Chapter 4

Dad:  Have you been working on your college essay, Minimus?


Minimus:  Dad, I'm 11.


Dad:  That doesn't mean you can't be thinking of some themes. 


Minimus:  I suppose I could work on it at the pool. 


Chapter 5

Dad:  How are your summer activities coming, kids? Did you organize your Habitat build 
         today?


Kids:  We wanted to work on our "Wells for Alagongua" project but Mommy took us to
          the pool.



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Tuesday, May 8

Oasis of Tidy: A Fairy Tale


Me:  Wendy* is coming over in the morning so could you and the dogs, um...


Hubby:  Vanish?


Me:  You know the house doesn't stay tidy for more than 3 minutes when you're all in it. 


Hubby:  Are you saying we're messy?


Me:  Yes, Hansel, that's what I'm saying. If only your debris trail was bread crumbs, then the dogs could clean up after you.




Hubby:  I'll tidy up before I go to work.


Me:  Thanks. I just want it to be nice. You know how Wendy's house is a lovely oasis of organization and charm.


Hubby:  I think our house is an oasis.


Me:  After a sand storm.


Hubby:  Or a fur storm!


Me:  Not funny.


Hubby:  Hey, our house is great.


Me:  You don't even see the mess. You could live in a yurt.


Hubby:  My feelings, and I know I speak for the pets as well, are wounded.


Me:  Just don't bleed on the carpet. Wendy's coming.


*Names have not been changed to give credit where credit is due.


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