This evening, my oldest was looking for some assistance with his homework. He needed a story concerning a person being judged badly by others for his Literature class. I told him I had just the story for him.
"It was a story about man named Jed. A poor mountaineer that barely kept his family fed. Then one day, he was shootin' at some food, when up through the ground came a bubblin' crude. Oil, that is. Black gold. Texas tea. Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire. Kinfolk said: Jed move away from there. Said Californy is the place you ought to be, so they loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly."*
About that time, he sighs, shakes his head, and says, "I think I'll do this myself."
Not to be outdone, my wife chimes in with her story:
"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port aboard this tiny ship . . ." **
Needless to say, we laughed, he sighed, and he ended up doing the work on his own.
And that is a reason why I rarely get asked to help with homework.
* - Theme to The Beverly Hillbillies
** - Theme to Gilligan's Island
Comment posted by Chris Blatnick11/05/2007 10:50:46 PM
LOL! That's one way to get out of it!
Comment posted by Chris Whisonant11/06/2007 08:19:12 AM
Great story - sounds like something we would do! See this one....
Comment posted by Gregg Eldred11/06/2007 09:07:10 AM
I wonder if I am providing fodder for years of therapy?
Comment posted by Curt Stone11/06/2007 11:55:16 AM
Your showing your age.
Comment posted by Rory Wohl11/07/2007 09:56:03 AM
I've grown accustomed to being chagrined by your parenting skills, but now you've corrupted Doreen as well. Unforgivable!
M.C. and I are now making book on which of your children turns out to be the ax murderer.
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