I guess I’m going to file this as a parenting post. After all, we’re trying to raise a well-rounded, community-oriented, grounded-yet-spiritual individual around here.
But I admit, I’m bragging a bit with this one.
First, this picture:
Is my little Huck Finn look-a-like darling?
So, that’s what was happening in the breakfast nook. ‘Huck’ and I and the microscope we dug out of the garage on a lazy, sunny Sunday afternoon. Kind of heaven. (Ok, bragging.)
Meanwhile, hubs over here is across the room chopping about a million heads of homegrown cabbage to whip up some kraut like in the mother country. (I warned you in advance about the bragging.) Then, 5 minutes after I took the above picture, hubs cuts his finger. It’s deep. Not as if he cut it off, but I’m kind of a knife snob, so you know it was sharp. Think through-the-nail-and-then-some kind of deep.
He had to be hurting.
What does he say? This is my man, right? He says, “Ow, *#%^!” Obviously.
But then, “Quick, grab the slide! I gotta put a drop of blood on there so we can look at it under the microscope!”
Anyway, happy almost anniversary, babe. The last five years have been real.