The tale related below is true. It occurred when Bezel was three.
The great day has finally arrived. After weeks of rehearsal and constant
questioning as to when the PROGRAM would be we were there. My five-year-old and three-year-old sons arose
at six in the morning so that they would be ready to leave at nine.
I tried to explain to them that only mommy takes that long
to get ready. They refused to return to
bed and insisted that it was time to get up.
Their energy level, exponentially multiplied by the energy they sap from
us, was at its peak. We had to redirect
it or perish.
We coaxed them into watching some Lassie reruns while we
dozed a little longer. This particular
Lassie episode had her bravely rescuing little forest creatures from the effects
of a forest fire.
All was fine until she ran into a couple of deer. The youngest decided that one of these deer
was Rudolph. He began to yell
"Rudolph, Rudolph, Rudolph" at a creature that had a nose that had no
hope of glowing. At this point he decided
that he needed to name all the deer in Santa's troop.
Being three he seems to have a knack for twisting things most
curiously. Try to return to sleep after
a three-year-old innocently chimes, "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Stupid."
Perhaps he knows something about Blitzen we do not?
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store."
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