Summer is saying, “So far nothing odd has happened today for you to write about in your blog, Mom.”
And, then it happens.
The three of us are playing hooky from our regular lives, today. We’ve come to Balboa Park to give my granddaughter Lexi, who is 10, some museum culture. Lexi has been badgering us for months, to take her to see the “Naked Neanderthal men at the History Museum.”
I’ve thought she might be disappointed. In America, nobody has genitals in these kinds of places. It’s just not done. This may be why the Neanderthals died out.
The cavemen are indeed a disappointment.
Next, we have lunch outside at a fancy place on the Park grounds. While looking at the menu, Summer says, “Lexi will have a big Margarita.”
Lexi snaps to attention and gets excited.
“Oh wait,” her mother says, ” I was thinking about myself, not you Lexi. Sorry.”
Lexi slumps in her chair and peers at her dismal glass of water.
So far, nothing *FOD has happened.
As we get up from our table after lunch, we notice small white hearts encased in tiny plastic snack baggies, on the ground.
Oh my! (more…)