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| I will never be ashamed of you. |
I was invited to that whole wheat cookies neighbor's house for a
birthday party for the kid a year younger than me. I had just caught
a whole lot of animals from the local irrigation pond so I was going
to gift him a mason jar full of them because it was the coolest thing
I could think to give a ten year old. It was pretty awesome, like a
boat-man bug slash tadpole bouquet. It was a hit at the party and
everyone wanted to look at them and hold the jar and I was feeling
like the king of the neighborhood until I went home and my mom asked
me what I had given the kid for his birthday because she had
forgotten about the party and never bought a present. I told her I
had given him a jar full of tadpoles and boatmen and that he had
loved it. She was mortified that I had given a gift like that and she
headed right out to get him a real legitimate non-shameful to her
gift. She bought him a model of a car to build and ran it right over
while I went to my room and had a cry. When she came home she told me
that the neighbor kid's mom was surprised that she had brought him a
gift because the jar of pond life had been his favorite present and
had inspired an expedition to go explore which is where he was when
my mom went to save face. I was so heartbroken that my mom had been
ashamed of my gift that I didn't want to listen to her apology. I
learned my lesson though and I have always given the gift I think the
person would really appreciate and not something off the assembly
line.
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| I already gave him a model mom, of metamorphic perfection. |
