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Out of the mouths of babes

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To this day, I can remember how excited my brother and I were each time my parents took us to the beach. It happened every few years. We would pack up the car and head to Florida. My Mom would make sandwiches for the trip …because there was no way in heck my Dad was stopping that car until he made it all the way to Destin.

And when we got there we would always be lucky enough ….to stay one block from the beach. My parents got the bed, my brother and I got the floor. We would cross two busy highways by foot to get to that pristine beach and would sit in the searing sun all day. At night we would beg my Dad to take us to Shoney’s for the all-you-can-eat Seafood buffet. And sometimes, just sometimes, he would even let us get ice cream on our way back to the motel.

Three days later we would pack up the car and head home. And the whole way home we thanked my Mom and Dad for the glorious vacation.

Cut to today …

As I spent the evening packing five suitcases of clothes, swim suits, sun screen, and beach toys, my 6-year-old son comes up to me and says, “What’s the movie on the plane? I hope it’s not Race to Witch Mountain because we saw that the last time we flew. Do you think we can go on-line and check out where our seats are because I don‘t want to sit in the back of the plane, it’s soooo loud back there. Did you pack my ear plugs?”

Seriously! Seriously? Seriously!

Now before you chide me – I know it’s my own doing. My kids have a sweet life. In fact, it’s the life I always wished I had had instead of waiting tables in my parent’s restaurant.

Nonetheless, as this boy’s mother, its my duty to “take him down a notch” as my Mom always says.

I immediately went into are you kidding me mode! “You know when I was your age, I didn’t get to take trips like this. You are a very lucky boy and so you need to work hard so that one day you can take your own family on a nice trip.”

He looked perplexed.

“My own family? I’m not getting married.”

“You’re not?” I asked.

“No. I want to live with you forever.”

No doubt, I thought to myself, this 6-year-old has got it made! It was time to take it up another notch.

“Well, you can live with me forever. But one day, I’m going to stop working and then you can go to work and buy my clothes, food and toys. That’s fair, don’t you think?”

Again, he looked perplexed.

“OK,” he finally said. “I changed my mind. I’m going to get married. I just need to make sure my Wife works.”

Seriously! Seriously? Seriously!

Angel Kane can be reached at angel@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

Telling Tales 

Angel Kane and Becky Andrews live in Wilson County. This is their story (or tale) about their life, families and times that they share. Besides their weekly column Telling Tales Angel and Becky Co Founded Wilson Living Magazine. The idea of developing a magazine for Wilson County first came to Becky and Angel one afternoon while they sat on her back porch watching their children play in the backyard. 

They were discussing the outpouring of emails, calls and responses to their column “Telling Tales” and wanted to find a way to capture that community spirit. People were stopping them wherever they went to share their own “tales.” They suddenly realized everyone has a story to tell and many of these stories were amazing. And in that moment, Wilson Living Magazine came to life. Be sure to check out Wilson Living Magazine at www.wilsonlivingmagazine.com

You can read Angel and Becky's weekly column on-line at www.wilsonpost.com under the Style section.

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