In the n[a]r[r]a[t]ive series I tell true stories from my own life and the lives of people I know in order to teach highly important lessons on art, business, and life in general.
So, you are probably gonna think I'm lying, but growing up, I really didn't get in trouble. Sure, there were a few instances of random "kid gone bad" moments, and probably little things like "Bethany, you didn't pick up your bedroom," but as a whole, I obeyed my parents. They brought me up in a way where I knew what the rules were and that it wasn't really an option to disobey them.
My two favorite things as a kid were cartoons and treats (candy, ice cream, cookies...you know). It's pretty much normal, I suppose. My cartoon obsession was dangerously high, no matter how much my parents limited my TV viewing time. But this is probably best saved for another story. My love of treats was probably on par with most other kids my age.
I vividly remember one day, probably around age 7 or 8, that it was time for an afternoon snack. I was very excited because I knew we had some cookies in the cupboard. They were those Keebler ones made of gram cracker with chocolate stripes drizzled over the top. Mmmmmmm...
Anyway, I asked my mom if I could have cookies for snack, and she consented. So I climbed up on the counter (the cookies were in the top cupboard) and pulled out the delicious package. Then it occurred to me, I hadn't asked how many I could have! So I yelled, "Mom! How many can I have?" And she smartly replied, "How many do you think is a good amount?"
Now this threw me for a loop. I knew the normal amount was two. But, oh man, did I want three. I considered the chances of actually being allowed three cookies when all previous cookie eating endeavors had ended with the consumption of only two. I knew my chances were not high. So was it even worth asking it? Again, I must remind you that I was a child of obedience, and rules were rules.
So, with a somewhat dejected attitude I succumbed to my fate. "Two cookies" I responded, "two is a good amount." My mom agreed. And I enjoyed my two cookies to their fullest.
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that is SUCH a cute photo!! I was a good kid too. We actually never even had candy at home and I LOVED apples. I ate like 3 a day. It's kind of creepy how wholesome I was.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! I love this. Good moral too.
ReplyDeleteaw, what a cute school pic! gosh, what gorgeous wavy hair you've got! i love this little memory though and the lesson it teaches...i can just imagine the wheels in your head turning and your mom waiting for the answer..haha :)
ReplyDeleteI remember asking for treats at your house growing up too! And I remember us getting "trouble" was when we were supposed to be sleeping and your parents would have to come in multiple times to tell us to be quiet and we would be in fits of giggles! Who knows why? But it was so much fun and remains a cherished memory of my childhood :)
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