So, I guess now that I've been formally invited to join the blog I have no excuse for witholding my gems of knowledge and impressive writing skills. (<---I'm starting to sound like Marty aren't I.)
At any rate, I did write something for the blog---but I wouldn't expect it to ever happen again. So, I hope you all enjoy this epic narrative of important life lessons as taught by a four year old. Here goes:
Most people could agree that competition is a normal part of life. (Those who would argue are probably doing so because they think they are better than everyone else.) If your neighbors have an immaculate house, then the pressure is on to keep your house looking justa s impressive. Each week when I go babysitting I get to witness competition at it's best as cute 4-year-old Kenzie takes on the world.
Last week, as I watched Angie and Alex (their little one-year-old) in the front yard I could overhear the conversation going on in the back yard. Kenzie and her friend Brooke were jumping on the trampoline together when Brooke began the Challenge. It started with little comparisons about the trials their family has endured. Soon enough I heard brook brag, "Well my Dad's cousin....he DIED!"
Thinking this ultimate glory of knowing someone who died would have to trump all else I was surprised when without hesitation Kenzie made her comeback. "Well, my Grandpa got a bloody nose!" she responded. In astonishment Brooke gasped at the idea of such a horrible thing and their little battle quickly ended knowing that no one could top a bloody nose. And really, who could top that!?
So in conclusion, my advise to all is when your neighbor drives that flashy new car of theirs, just get out your fanciest key chain and flaunt it! Take that! ZING!!
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If this is posted by Edgar Lipsey then who is Marty?
Is this Bonnie? Only Bonnie could have the articuation and comic timing that this blog illustrates. Sorry Marty...you've been beaten. And, I have to say, I am extremely competitional and have to admit that a bloody nose is, in fact, the worst thing that can happen to you.
Now I have to go and jump into a magical place Canyon drew in the sidewalk. Cheerio.
(I hope it works without Mary Poppins).
Shayne that was Bonnie. Yes I too love over hearing what kids say to each other when they think no one is listening. Good stuff.
Em--nice. We blogged a comment at the exact same time. CRAZZZZY!
I told Bonnie after she wrote that she should have written for the newspaper. The optimist in me tells me that she gets it from hanging out with me too much. The pessimist in me says the same thing.
I believe that my vote is Bonnie... and my worst bloody nose was from jumping on the old rectangular trampolines when I was doing a demonstration for the "college" kids... I was 11
nana
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