Monday, May 7, 2012

If Life Spills Your Spaghetti, Build a House

Soon after my first child was born my mom called me and she was laughing so hard she could barely speak.
“You won’t believe what your dad did! He spilled a box of spaghetti on the floor and thought it made such an interesting pattern that he played around with it for awhile. Now he’s on the stool he made and taking a Polaroid.”

According to my little sister the spaghetti scene remained on the floor for almost a week and the household had to leap over or tiptoe through it.

That was my dad. Don’t cry over spilled spaghetti. Walk around it. 


Susan said...

How beautiful. What a wonderful man!

Sue Vick Finley said...

What a great way to live and how sweet that your mom laughed and called you!

Kim said...

What fun!

Robin J. Steinweg said...

The blessings of a daddy who knew how to play! Miss him--miss them.

Lori Lipsky said...

Ah...your dad was an artist. What a creative thing to do.

And your mom was a patient woman. I can picture her trying to prepare meals for a family with spaghetti artwork blocking her path.

Thanks for sharing.

bethBA said...

I can see where you got your artistic flair... and your ability to laugh! :-)