Safety First

Safety First

One day back when my daughter was five:

PEYTON: Daddy, can you watch the dinosaurs while I go to the bathroom so Brandon doesn’t mess them up?

ME: Ok.

PEYTON: They’re going bicycling.

ME: Huh?

PEYTON: They’re wearing their helmets.

They’re actually rocks and boulders from the Animal World Big Tub of Dinosaurs.

Pixie Dust

After Peyton’s second tooth fell out yesterday, the wife said to her, “When I was younger, the tooth fairy only gave me one dollar after my first tooth—the first tooth is special.” P inquired, “Did you write her a note?” The wife responded, “No.” Then P says, “That’s because you didn’t write her a note! I’m going to write her a note.”

This is the note she wrote:

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As you can imagine, we had no idea how to attain these items in the real world, so thinking of a response that wouldn’t upset Peyton was a little Continue reading

Modern Day Karma

“No matter how much you change, you still got to pay the price for the things you’ve done.” -Town, 2010

Saw the movie Town today. One of the better Ben Affleck movies. His character says these words at the end in a parting letter to his lover. Initially, they struck me as profound. Something about them sent a gentle wave of nostalgia through me. It could have been the closing, dramatic music and Affleck’s reflective voiceover, but, for some reason, the words seemed like they were true to the experience of life. Encapsulated in them is a sense of opportunity and hope mixed with resignation, regret and tragedy—the perfect ending to a Hollywood film. Unfortunately, while these words may sound wise and contain the tried and true formula for pulling at a moviegoer’s heartstrings, I believe they are trite and Continue reading

Memories of Racism, Memories of Grace – Credit Card Fraud

It happened sometime during my years in junior high. I still remember it being a dark and dreary day. (Talk about a hackneyed beginning. Please forgive. ;p) I forgot why our family was on the road, but I remember thinking that I didn’t want to be in the car anymore. What made things worse was that our family was hungry. Not hungry in the sense that we were starving as a family, but hungry because it was time for dinner. But even this type of hunger makes things unbearable for me and those within my “killzone”. (My wife learned this lesson early on, the hard way.)

Anyway, I remember finally stopping somewhere to eat dinner. My dad parked the car, and the rest of us quickly followed him into the restaurant shielding ourselves from the drizzle.

I’m not sure which restaurant it was, but I can still see vividly the entire encounter unfold before my mind’s eye. My dad is walking up to the long, well-lit counter, he places an order, and then pulls out his wallet to pay for the meal. Continue reading