Art Critics
It has been a beautiful day.
The sun is high in the sky and the warmth from the sun penetrates our body and warms our souls. Swee’Pea and TheMonk have had a wonderful day so far as we have already spent the morning playing at the YMCA Healthy Kids day and a lunch of chicken nuggets at Chick-Fil-A. Then, after lunch, we hit the toy aisle at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of presents for a birthday party we will be attending the next day.
The kids have been good. The warm day, the first in a while, shouts out the need for a frozen yogurt. Why not reward the kids with a special treat? I decide to surprise the kids by heading to a yogurt store that has just opened up about a mile from our house. Swee’Pea chooses strawberry and TheMonk chooses chocolate. We add some fresh strawberries and a few rainbow sprinkles and head outside to enjoy our tasty treat.
I sit back and watch them enjoy their yogurt and marvel at how big they’ve become. I also make note how much I enjoy hanging out with them and smile at my good fortune to have such wonderful kids. Life is good.
After they finish their yogurt we happen to find two pennies on the ground and so, at Swee’Pea’s suggestion, we head over to the nearby fountain to make a wish. Swee’Pea wishes for kitties. TheMonk wishes for cars. I dig an extra penny out of my pocket and I wish for peace of mind while tossing the shiny copper coin into the clear water. More days like this would be a good start.
Soon, we head back to the car and as I escort the kids along the sidewalk, we approach a sidewalk drawing that someone has drawn directly in front of us. As we get closer, I notice what it is and hope the kids don’t notice the drawing. But they do. Of course they do.
“What’s THAT Daddy?” Swee’Pea asks.
“Ummmm, it’s a…. bone.” I say, hoping we can just keep moving.
“No it’s not a bone.” says Swee’Pea emphatically.
TheMonk moves in for a closer look and agrees it doesn’t look like a bone. “This side is missing the bone part, Daddy.” he says.
“What is it, Daddy?” Swee’Pea persists.
“It’s a bone!” I say somewhat emphatically. “The drawer wasn’t very good at drawing bones, but it’s a bone. OK? Can we go now?”
Looking skeptical, they agree to move on. As we continue down the sidewalk, I can’t help but think that throwing that penny in the fountain was a frickin’ waste.
That’s NOT a bone, Daddy!
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Well, um, it’s a TYPE of bone. . . .
Comment by samantha jo campen — April 19, 2009 @ 5:40 pm
Oh My Gosh.
That is too funny.
And that picture.
Oh My Gosh.
Comment by Cathy — April 19, 2009 @ 5:51 pm
I don’t get it – it seems that this type of drawing (at the school where I teach, we call it “celebrating male genitalia” is much more common these days than it was when I was a teenager. What gives? Anyway, sorry you had to deal with it on such a GRAND scale!
Comment by Aina — April 19, 2009 @ 6:42 pm
errr….it’s a bone. Or is that the other way around?
Sounds like you made a good save.
Comment by James — April 19, 2009 @ 7:57 pm
Hilarious! Uh, I’m wondering if we might run across this in our city. It really wouldn’t surprise me at this point…
Comment by Jill — April 19, 2009 @ 8:20 pm
My head hurts just THINKING about what I would say to Ane in that situation.
Comment by Deanna — April 19, 2009 @ 10:26 pm
I like the direction you’re going with your posts.
Comment by Ben — April 19, 2009 @ 11:22 pm
OMGoodness, if I’d been drinking anything I would’ve spit it all over my computer monitor. Great save! I’ll have to keep that one filed away for future use—LOL!! It was almost the whole truth right?!
Hugs & Blessings!
Comment by MamáChanga — April 19, 2009 @ 11:33 pm
Awesome. That’s hysterical.
And I love that you stopped to take a photo of it. I’m guessing other parents walking by thought you were an idiot.
I would have done the exact same thing.
Comment by Hygiene Dad — April 20, 2009 @ 4:55 am
Ouch. That is a sticky situation…
Ah, but what we won’t do to have something to blog about. Including taking pictures of bones on the sidewalk
Comment by L.A. Daddy — April 20, 2009 @ 8:20 am
I love the fact that you took a picture.
I’d have told mine it was a bone as well. Oh the lies we tell.
Comment by Issa — April 20, 2009 @ 10:01 am
Ahh, the old cock and balls. A classic.
Comment by Dan — April 20, 2009 @ 12:40 pm
HAHAHAHAHA! Well, I mean, really you just left an R off the end and what’s a little omission?
Comment by Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com — April 20, 2009 @ 3:11 pm
Ha! And you got a photo of the two pointing at the “bone” — hysterical!
Comment by Grace — April 20, 2009 @ 3:34 pm
Oh. My. Gosh. That’s the funniest freakin’ thing I’ve read all day!
Comment by Sammanthia — April 20, 2009 @ 4:56 pm
“It’s a penis.”
What’s wrong with that?
Comment by Eevee — April 20, 2009 @ 5:02 pm
Now that was funny
Comment by Kami — April 21, 2009 @ 2:36 pm
HAH, that is so funny, although not as funny as it should be. What is the world coming to when you cant walk down the street with your kids without walking on a bone-er.
Comment by Surfer Jay — April 21, 2009 @ 10:14 pm
But you DID get the best picture ever, so there is that.
Comment by Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah — April 22, 2009 @ 2:22 pm
I had a funny comment about the making of the outline, but as this is a family blog I’ll leave it to your imagination.
Comment by Whit — April 22, 2009 @ 11:48 pm
That is the funniest thing! Made my day!
Comment by Magge — April 23, 2009 @ 8:17 am
I wasn’t expecting to see this on a Sunday night! It’s awesome that you posted this conversation – so funny. It really is a bone.
Comment by Keith — April 26, 2009 @ 6:43 pm
Hahaha! Sarah pointed me here. Glad she did.
Comment by Musingwoman — April 27, 2009 @ 8:57 am
I like the fact that you took the time to take a picture of it. But how did you get the kids to pose so well?
Comment by Chicky Chicky Baby — April 28, 2009 @ 4:30 am
HAHA! I needed a laugh.
Nell
Comment by Nell@SheSnaps.com — April 28, 2009 @ 8:38 pm
hahahaha…oh my goodness. I nearly choked on my sandwhich. That is hilarious.
Comment by teresa — May 1, 2009 @ 9:20 am