I’d hear my son’s baby squirrel voice from the back seat of the Caravan.
“Mommy! Where’s Daddy?”
We’d have just passed a squashed squirrel on the road – most likely Groton Road on the way to — to anything.
“It’s okay, honey,” he’d reply in his mommy squirrel voice.
My boys had a huge repertoire of voices. They’d invent characters and mimic others: Bush one, Spock, Jack Nicholson, and oh my goodness, a favorite teacher during a speech at graduation.
“It’s okay. Daddy had to go somewhere. He’s all right.”
I guess that’s why when I read the featured cartoon this morning my stomach lurched, I felt the blood drain from my face, and my entire day has been colored by the sorrow and pain of those stupid water toys.
So your kids made you crazy, huh. It was a good way to go, in your case.