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.
6 comments:
How beautiful. What a wonderful man!
What a great way to live and how sweet that your mom laughed and called you!
What fun!
The blessings of a daddy who knew how to play! Miss him--miss them.
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.
I can see where you got your artistic flair... and your ability to laugh! :-)
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