Sunday, April 29, 2007

Born Free

While walking in the field behind my house with husband and four year-old son:

Son: "Mama? Would you carry me? These plants are scratching my legs."

Me: (lifting son) "You bet."

Bob: "We need to toughen him up. He should walk."

Me: "But his legs are all scratched up."

Bob: "When I was a boy, we ran through brambles. And sticks. No one picked us up."

Me: "You lived on a cul-de-sac in the suburbs."

Bob: "Still, it was the wilds behind my house. It was the seventies."

Jen: "That was an undeveloped lot."

Bob: "Yes. But it was large."