Remember play dates? Your mom would arrange your social life with fellow mothers and suddenly you would find yourself stuck at some other kid's house for the afternoon whether or not you liked him. One day in kindergarten, I had a forced visitation with this kid Alex. Alex was a little shit, and I ascertained that before I even knew the word "shit." Still, he had a boatload of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figures, which made him cool enough in my book. We played outside just long enough to appease his mom before retreating indoors for some prime Turtle ninjaing. The best part was that he had this awesome homemade sewer that the turtles could live and fight in. Looking back, it was essentially a dollhouse, but since it was a sewer, that made it pretty masculine. Alex told me that his mom had made it for him. When he suggested we play Nintendo Duck Hunt an hour later, I thought he was crazy for not appreciating the sewer play-place more; I could have been content to continue playing with it for several more hours.
When my mom came to pick me up, I made her get out of the car and come see the sewer since I wanted her to make one for me. My mom came inside and asked Alex's mom to see the sewer as an example. Alex's mom expressed embarrassment before explaining that she had constructed it by cutting apart about a dozen wine boxes.
My mom never made me that sewer play set. But I also never had to play at Alex's house again, so thank goodness for transparent alcoholism!
3 comments:
how do you remember that???
Liar.
How wouldn't I remember that? Have you blocked out your childhood.
YOU'RE A LIAR, Ted.
Funny addendum: My mom called me today and wanted to confirm who the family in question was. She said she didn't remember the sewer, but at the mention of wine, she was pretty sure who it was, and she was right. LOL! My mention of alcoholism was kind of a joke, since at that age, how would I really know, but apparently I was right.
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