All I want is a little bit, not even a lot. Just a little hope. Today I got some. I don't have to have a new gun, a big gun, new Khuk, five pound khuk, or the 440 rebuilt to the Ramcharger. I don't have to be happy, or at peace. I'd rather not be hungry. But I need a little hope.
Travis refused over and over to go the pre-school. It was on the Reservation. "The Lady had brown skin, he said, "I'm afraid of the brown skin." This was a surprise for our house. Who cared about brown skin?
"It's the Lady who runs the place," My wife said.
She has dark circles under her eyes. Make's her look like a itch with a 'w'," She added, conscious of our son beside us.
He wouldn't go. He sat around the house like his lazy Father. He'd watch cartoons or drag his figurines all over the place in Grand Adventures. He sure didn't want to leave for the Outside. With only about 40 people in our town, I was raising a hermit.
My wife somehow got him in the truck this morning. I didnt think too much about it. I forgot. Outside I cut the Chokecherry with the Hanshee while Baby watched. There was a little snow on the ground from the storm that brushed by yesterday.
The Headstart gal called me on the phone. I remembered and expected the worse. He's been beaten up, he beat someone up, or he's crying non stop.
No. My son was having a blast, and where did I want to put him when snack time was over? To Mrs M's house the way we'd planned, I'd told her. The plan had been drilled into my head for 4 months. It popped out of my mouth.
A little five year old girl who'd lost her Dad had taken Travis under her wing. She had her arm around him by Lunchtime. They played the whole day together. She was known to be one problem child, too, acting out all the time. Makes me think he's finding the same women I did in life.
"He played all day," She continued, "the only thing is he left his coat on."
"That's Trav," I told her, "he has to have his cozy blanket tucked just right over his feet at night, too."
On the Reservation they don't hate white folks until about the 4th grade. I think the Headstart Gal was a little suprised we'd sent him there.
The honest truth is if we acted like we were four or five, we might not understand everything, but a lot of the crap given us later on isn't there either. A fair trade. Let five year old's set domestic policy.
I remembered why I'm hanging on. The five year olds.
Not even sure I should post this. There's been some rumblings in the forum. It's not proofread and I gotta go pick up another kid at school.
munk
Travis refused over and over to go the pre-school. It was on the Reservation. "The Lady had brown skin, he said, "I'm afraid of the brown skin." This was a surprise for our house. Who cared about brown skin?
"It's the Lady who runs the place," My wife said.
She has dark circles under her eyes. Make's her look like a itch with a 'w'," She added, conscious of our son beside us.
He wouldn't go. He sat around the house like his lazy Father. He'd watch cartoons or drag his figurines all over the place in Grand Adventures. He sure didn't want to leave for the Outside. With only about 40 people in our town, I was raising a hermit.
My wife somehow got him in the truck this morning. I didnt think too much about it. I forgot. Outside I cut the Chokecherry with the Hanshee while Baby watched. There was a little snow on the ground from the storm that brushed by yesterday.
The Headstart gal called me on the phone. I remembered and expected the worse. He's been beaten up, he beat someone up, or he's crying non stop.
No. My son was having a blast, and where did I want to put him when snack time was over? To Mrs M's house the way we'd planned, I'd told her. The plan had been drilled into my head for 4 months. It popped out of my mouth.
A little five year old girl who'd lost her Dad had taken Travis under her wing. She had her arm around him by Lunchtime. They played the whole day together. She was known to be one problem child, too, acting out all the time. Makes me think he's finding the same women I did in life.
"He played all day," She continued, "the only thing is he left his coat on."
"That's Trav," I told her, "he has to have his cozy blanket tucked just right over his feet at night, too."
On the Reservation they don't hate white folks until about the 4th grade. I think the Headstart Gal was a little suprised we'd sent him there.
The honest truth is if we acted like we were four or five, we might not understand everything, but a lot of the crap given us later on isn't there either. A fair trade. Let five year old's set domestic policy.
I remembered why I'm hanging on. The five year olds.
Not even sure I should post this. There's been some rumblings in the forum. It's not proofread and I gotta go pick up another kid at school.
munk
