#grass fight

[middlechildanxiety]

Left Brain is 53 years old, and all the proof I need that you don't have to grow up if you don't want to.

Today I got home with Boy Toy and my best friend Peace. Left Brain, Right Brain, Envy, and Greed were talking in the front yard so we joined them. The first thing he did was start throwing small twigs at Greed and Boy Toy, and then acting like he hadn't. Just.... over and over.

Then, while Peace and I were talking to Right Brain, he started pulling up grass. He blamed it ON ENVY, and then went back to his conversation. Then, this man, the man who raised me, the one who owns and runs a business at this very moment, had the gall to act offended when I returned the favor. It turned into an all-out grass fight, in our front yard, in front of God and Everybody.

[postcardsandpieces-blog]

Grass Fight

It seemed as if a thousand kids swarmed across the grass.  They were nothing more than ants rushing to a sugar mountain and I was grudgingly at the tail end of the child army… The mass flocked to the top corner of the field, where a pile of grass trimmings sat ominously.  Countless tiny hands rushed before my eyes.  Cuttings flew in all directions, like fireworks in the wind.