Our Funny Family
We are a funny family
Him a Brit
Me a midwesterner
from right here in these corn
fields
yet we get along
Of course
our kids fight
“Get off my head!”
But not so much that we don’t enjoy
them.
Wholesome?
“I’ll have an IPA, that is, unless you have
Guinness on draft.”
Normal?
There is no such thing.
We’re crazy about our baby girl.
Who wouldn’t be after three boys.
“Mommy do you need any more help?” Jonathan
asks.
“Yes, from Michael. You’ve done your
share.”
“Michael.”
“Michael?”
“Hello, Michael?” wave hands in front of
face.
Michael starts to giggle.
I giggle too.
I’m eating lunch.
“Mommy, I love you.” Patrick hugs
me.
“What happened?” Stupid question I
think.
Patrick crying.
“Michael hit me.”
“He took my truck.” Indignation
Bedtime.
“You can leave the toys out that are set up,
but everything else needs to be put away. I’m going to
fall on my face trying to navigate this mine
field.”
In the car
Sing.
“I’ve been working on the railroad, all the
live long days.
I’ve been working on the railroad, just to pass
the time away,
“Sing it with me Michael!
“Can’t you hear the whistle blowing, rise up
so early in the morn. Can’t you hear
the captain shouting, Dinah blow your horn.
“Here’s the easy part. Everybody
now!
“Dinah won’t you blow, Dinah won’t you blow,
Dinah won’t you blow your horn, your horn.”
Dinner.
“Patrick, please use your silverware, not
your fingers.”
Sick.
“Can I watch TV?”
“Only because you're sick”
On the way out of the room, an
after thought
“and only an hour. You can find
something else to do.”
Morning.
