When Men Were Boys – Father’s Day June 21st
Posted on June 18, 2009 - Filed Under Arts and Entertainment
Fathers Day is approaching and the men in our life need to know they are appreciated. Mens happiness and stress levels affect their health. So I thought this would be the perfect time to send out a little humor for a good dose of laughter. Laughter releases stress and is important to everyones health.
Everyone need balance and that means playtime. In general, statistics show that men are better at fitting playtime into their schedules than women. That is something we can learn from them. In order to be healthy and balanced you need time set aside for fun.
In honor of our men, I wrote a humorous short story that will give everyone a good chuckle. The story is fictional but the inspiration is based on true facts. Of course, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
“Tommy Creates a Work of Art”
-a humorous short story
The time was approaching five o'clock. I knew my brother Bill and I had to start heading home for dinner. Mom and Dad were strict about curfews. We were covered head to toe in grey powder. We had busted open the cement bags at a home construction site in our neighborhood. We managed to turn idle curiosity into a powder fight that created a cloud of dust over the area.
Bill suddenly realized and said, “Tommy, Mom will know we've been here with all this powder all over us. She warned us not to play here. She said it was too dangerous. What are we going to do?”
I shook my head at Bill disguising the fact that I was panicking about this situation. I was the older brother. I was the man in charge and responsible for watching over him. I said, “Bill please calm down and don't worry. Trust me, this is easy to fix and Mom will never know the difference.”
I had to think fast. I had just served time on restriction for hot-wiring my brother's bedroom door to zap him every time he touched it. My grandfather had given me a “make your own radio” kit for Christmas that had all the parts for a good prank. Although, I was famous for my pranks, they did not seem to humor anyone but me.
Mom would not be happy with me if she found out that I had taken my little brother into the forbidden construction site. I spent justifiable time on some form of restriction for my adventures. My curiosity and creative mind got the best of me every time.
I quickly gathered my thoughts and suggested we brush the powder off. I said, “It cannot be that difficult, it is just powder.” We shook and dusted ourselves until we were dizzy. Still, there was powder everywhere, in our eyelashes, our ears, up our nose, even in our underwear. There was more powder than I imagined. Looking around the site I quickly realized we had managed to crack open an entire pallet of cement.
I finally told Bill, “Stop shaking, before you throw up. We are going to have to wash it off. Grab that hose over there by the wheel barrel.” I turned the water on and blasted my little brother. Then it was my turn. The water was cold but felt good on a hot summer day.
Sidetracked from the mission, I started a water fight with Bill. We had a few good laughs when reality set back in. The water did not wash the concrete off. Now we were coated head to toe in wet cement. It was heavy and soaked through. The powder was so fine that it had worked into the fibers of our clothes. I thought to myself, “I'll have to think of something else, this is not working and we need to get home fast.”
I said, “Bill, we need to start walking home, I'll think of something to tell Mom on the way.” Bill complained, “Tommy, it's heavy and it's hard to move my legs. It's getting crunchy.” The concrete was quick setting and beginning to harden. My hair was firming up and the concrete in my ears was solid. My eyelashes were heavy and when I blinked, it was scratching my eyelids. The brisk walk home dried us even faster. Despite our suffering, we needed to march on.
We had to keep moving to break up the concrete or else. Our bodies trapped forever in a hard shell. Unable to speak, no one would ever know we were the famous statues that suddenly appeared in the neighborhood.
I was still trying to come up with something that Mom would believe. It was difficult pulling the wool over her eyes. She was on to me most of the time and I rarely got away with anything. Nevertheless, to me it was worth the adventure.
Exhausted from the weight of the concrete we approached home sweet home. I said, “Bill, follow my lead and agree with whatever I say to Mom.” I thought to myself as we were approaching the porch, “I have the perfect excuse for the way we look as we walk in the front door. Mom will go for this. It is the only way to save ourselves from another restriction sentence. We will use flattery and say we want to be just like her.”
Mom met us at the door with paintbrush in hand. Mom was an artist and had been working on a large painting for a client. Her mouth dropped to the floor in surprise as she squealed, “What happened and where have you been?” I proudly proclaimed, “We want to be just like you Mommy, we are artists and made statues!”
THE END
Author's Bio
Dr.Jennette Royster D.DIV. is an Inspirational author,blogger,visual artist, intuitive spiritual and energy healer and teacher. She is the founding owner of The Bodyzone Natural Wellness Center. Topics include health and happiness,energy medicine and energy healing, meditation for stress and relaxation,spiritual healing and soul growth.
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