Lil Dinkers

Yesterday, after mowing the yards, I spent a delightful thirty minutes or so with my two favorite dinkers next door, Nicholas and Ray. Four and five are their respective ages. There is something about the company of children that just lifts your spirit and sends it soaring. They have such a pristine outlook on life, they are so genuine and have not allowed time to jade their perspectives.

So I take a little time out of my busy day to teach them a trick or two. Do my best to pass on profound snippets of wisdom, as my Grandparents did with me (Live your life boy, ‘cause you is gonna be a long time dead!) and make sure I do my best to teach them something, anything.

If you can walk, you can dance. If you can talk, you can sing. We are defined by what we “pass on to” the next generation. It seems like it is our “duty” to pass on what matters, to the one’s who matter the most. The sad reality is most of it is wasted; it was wasted on me too.

When my father told me that “Colonel Sanders” of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame was actually born in Indiana, I thought he had lost his mind. I mean, “Who cares, as long as you get the wing and maybe a leg, that is all that matters to a kid.”

That is life.

You look a kid in the eye and say something profound like “in your lifetime, you will take 28,433 showers” and it goes right over their head. They just don’t get it. They need to know important stuff, like, “where do butterflies sleep at night. If a dog licks you in the face, is that bad?”

That is what important to a kid.

Have a great day.