Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid

Today was a picture perfect day. We spent it at the beach, which to my surprise, was amazingly hassle free, and actually fun.

It didn’t start out that way. Instead David got it into his head that we would be fishing, which was not at all the plan, and then came much whining and crying from him, Cameron, and Justin about how boring it would be to just swim. It was so boring that none of them left the water for the next three hours.

So once everyone had calmed down, we had a fairly pleasant and quick drive to the lake, where the following conversation took place.

Barry: “Wouldn’t it be great to have a house right on the lake like this?”
David: “I’m gonna have a house in Pennsylvania because Dad said it’s really pretty there. I’m also gonna have one on the beach and one in Hollywood.”
Barry: “I hate to burst your bubble, but you might want to lower your expectations a little bit.”
Jennifer: “He’s a kid. Let him dream big.”
David: “Don’t you think when I’m a famous actor I’m going to be rich? I’m going to have like five houses. I’m the best actor in my grade, wait, in the whole school. Everyone says so. No one is even close to being as good as me.”
Cameron: “Who writes the best poems in your grade?”

Awkward pause. Everyone froze, and we all wished we were Superman and could reverse time by stopping the rotation of the earth to make sure that question was never uttered. We all knew what was coming next.

David: “Poems? Who CARES about poems? Stupid! Cameron, you’re gonna get beat up every day in middle school. You really are an idiot.”

And on that note, we were off to the beach.

© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011

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