Pronunciation: ləv
Function: noun
1 a (1): strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties
1 b (2): standing in closer proximity to "Scary Beaver" (see Visual Aid #1 below) for 15 minutes because my child was enjoying herself at The Children's Museum
Visual Aid #1:
On a completely separate note, I went to my little brother's orchestra performance this week. I say "little" because he's in high school but physically, he towers over me. Which is weird since I used to change his diapers. (Sorry, Peter but I'm sure your friends don't read this mommy blog.)Anyways, it's a small school so I knew some of the performances would be the middle school band and orchestra. You know, the "young" ones.
But I could have sworn every group included sixth graders. I honestly couldn't tell a difference between 13-year-olds and the 17-year-olds. (Except you, of course, Peter.)
Either I'm getting older or kids are getting younger. I think I know which one it is. Sad, sad.
4 comments:
I have the same problem - half of the people I see driving or having a glass of wine look twelve to me.
This results in a constant state of anger-confusion-oldness feeling. But you couldn't give me enough lovely winter coats (my deepest weakness) to make me go back to being an adolescent. I'll take almost 30 any day over that hot messiness.
Even the stuffed dead ones freak you out?
Stuffed ones are almost worst than the alive ones. Before we met, Joe almost stuffed a groundhog because he thought it would be "cool." Had he gone through with it, it probably would've been a deal breaker for us. I shiver at the thought (of the groundhog and not having him).
I have to say that the dead ones are in fact a little disturbing...this coming from a hunter's wife. However, I can trace my fear back to the stuffed Boar in one of my uncle's basement. It had huge teeth and a cigar in it's mouth.
Live ones run a way, but the dead ones stare you down.
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