It's been warm
for a few weeks. Today, rudely chilly
, and the kids don't want to
go outside. Tough
, says I. Outside they moan about how impossible
it is to find one.
I put my hands on my hips and bellow. "In my day, we leapt at the chance to look for four-leaf clovers! We loved it! It was good old-fashioned family entertainment, and we knew it was all we were getting, and we were grateful!"
I stride to a patch of clover, bend down. I pick a four-leaf clover with my left hand. I pick a four-leaf clover with my right hand.
"Quit whining and get to work, ladies!"
Jaws fall open; they all look at each other; I am a rockstar.