The Boy Teacher and the Father Student # 52; Fill Me In
Just Another Day In Paradise
Parents pick up their children from school. They ask what was cool about school today. The answer is “nothing”, the answer is “recess” the answers are generally just lazy talk. My eldest daughter (oh I could go on and on about how great she is) gave me a book entitled “Honest to God”. Basically two shrinks talking back and forth about honesty. Honesty they teach is being blunt and then making sure we engage in “talking it out”. My son is not allowed to say “nothing” when asked about interesting about school. After about 3 years he knows it without me telling him so. Perhaps nothing more important than sharing thoughts. Well, being comfortable in silence together is a very close second. I like to shut up and hold hands.
F: What was up in school today boy?
B: I got another 100 score in reading.
F: Ok. Mom will be so happy. I am kind of giggling to myself. Top scores are so normal they are getting boring.
B: Dad you have to get a life. Top scores are great. You told me that you never got them. But mom always got them
F: Lighten up punk. What score did you get on stuff they have not taught you yet in school?
F: Who got higher?
B: No one.
F: I do not care about school grades. I care about learning.
B: That is the same dad. If you learn then you get good grades.
F: Alright we are doing “rapid fire”. Remember do not answer just think.
B: Fine but you have some kind of lesson that is so boring.
F: Do you have a special art class with a special art teacher? Do you study Botany and Biology? Do you have a special music class? Do you have a special Physical education teacher? Do they teach you how to cook or to clean at school? Do they teach you nutrition at school? Shall I keep going?
B: I am not stupid dad. I get it. We just study stuff to do good on test scores. And mom says that is most important. That is why I get good test scores.
F: I suppose that is why you think I am crazy. Do not deny it, I am a dad, I have eyes in the back of my head and I know what you are thinking. Isn’t that funny to say?
B: That is funny but I think you do.
I Hope I Am The Wind And Not The Star
Arts and Crafts
Dad’s do strange stuff. I sometimes think that God is referred to as father for a reason. Dads get a bad rap of not being sensitive. Probably a correct stereotype mostly. I was good at it about 70% of the time in the ‘80s. Started losing it in the ‘90s. By the turn of the century I lost my manly man Testosterone deal. I wonder about that sometimes. I cry.
B: Why do you always kiss my head as I go to sleep? It is weird for a dad to do that.
F: Son do not think of it like that. You know you are a fine young man. I do not kiss you to kiss you. If I kiss your forehead at night it is so I can know if you have a fever or not.
B: Wow! I understand now. You really don’t love me you are just seeing if I am good. Hihihihi.
F: That is funny. You crack me up.
B: Enoch is still beating me in grades. I want to beat him.
F: If you both get 100% who is winning?
B: He turns in his papers fastest.
F: Are you still working on the calligraphy?
B: Yes, every morning with mom. Long hand seems silly.
F: Your Auntie/Godmother works throughout the world as a calligrapher. Long hand calligraphy is art. And you do it and Enoch does not.
B: Dad is there a difference between art and education?
F: You will get really important education. I figure you will figure that out for yourself. God has not taught me that.
B: Heard your buddy tell you that you are a strange duck. You should not put your phone on speaker all the time. I think you are a “strange duck’ too.
B: Dad would you take me to Washington to see Hay Hay?
F: Your big sister Hay would love that. Maybe we could get your mom to take time off and go with us.
F: Do you know 4/4 time? Be dada bumb? Do you get the five drop on melody? Oh bing bong a rou 5/5 Five five is not respected. How about a crazy 4/5? I do a two two with spoons completely wrongo boy. I like Dizzy Gillepsie and a guy named Glen Miller. So smooth brother son.
B: Dad those are crazy sounds.
F: Yep. We called them that back in the day. “Crazy baby Crazy”
I Kind Am This Bad.
Love This Guy
Mom's Are Smarter Than Me
The boy’s big brother plays piano, harmonica, organ and plays a mean voice. He just has the buggey woogey in him. He has drawn more art and songs then I could in a life time. (yes he draws songs) I reckon his mom and I just supported the notion. Not from us. My Dad thought me Clarinet and Bongos.
There was this place I attended school. They made us take hard math. We also had to take tough 300 level science courses. It made sense I suppose. Music and the timing and choreography was just an extension of logic. Math. Science. I did not get a degree of Bachelor of Arts there. I got a rare degree of Bachelor of Science in Philosophy. Kind of think “Encounters of a Third Kind”.
My poor sons with such a strange dad. Don’t worry I worked 50 hours a week to pay for school. No debt for undergraduate.
B: Dad you tell me all kinds of things. Sometimes I wonder if they are true.
F: Well you just better damned wonder if they are true. I expect nothing less than questioning from a best friend. We like to say “keeping you honest”. Do you get that?
B: Don’t tell me I remember this one from that movie star guy. “RR” you called him. Because you thought Rail Road fitted him. Alright; “Verify but trust”. No no that is backwards, “trust but verify”.
F: I wonder about that, because I just fully trust you and your mom. Even if you lied to me, I would just trust that you had a fine reason. I think that makes sense.
B: So you just trust us? Like you think everything we do is OK?
F: Look at me boy, am I sleeping in the streets of Mexico City? Do I live down the canyon with the homeless? Not to say that is bad. But we have a great home, school, cars and mucho cashola. I do what I want and you do what you want. Mom loves to work so she does. I garden and we hike in nature. Trusting you guys seems to work out just fine.
B: Well you make me sleep outside sometimes. I like my bed. Blah Blah Blah about outdoors. Mom told me you are crazy. I think crazy and weird are the same. And strange too.
F: Buddy say “also” not “too” just go with me on that.
B: See what I mean? Mom says your head is in the clouds. That you live in words and nature and not normal everyday stuff.
F: Listen to your mom. But hang out with me. That over there is a Swallow Tail not a Monarch. Do you know how I know?
B: Swallowtail mimics the poisonous Monarch so birds don’t eat them but still has a tail. I wonder why it still has a tail.