The Case of the Misplaced Homework
It all started innocently enough, a young child heading to bed. A pile of clothes, papers and soccer equipment lying over the foot of the bed. I should note that it is my daughters habit of lying important items at the foot of her bed.
She stands a mere shade over four feet tall and with her beds length approaching six and half feet; there really is plenty of room at the foot of her bed. Yet I am never at ease with items lying there. Is it because important items could be flung during a fit of sleep? Or perhaps it all goes back to a distant dark and suppressed memory. I sadly do not know the answer. Yet the damage is done is it not?
The crisp, neat and oh so very completed homework pages sat neatly, easily at the foot of her bed. I went in her room for the nightly ceremony of sock removal and goodnight kisses. Struck was I by the sight, no the commotion of the sorted pile there at the end of her bed. Was it a devils whisper that possessed me? Tormented as I was I clutched the homework in my hands. My head was swimming; I could not make sense of my next actions. Nor do I wish the Teacher in any way to forgive or even attempt to understand my grievous act.
With the homework in hand I reached over to the dresser and placed it next to the fish tank. Further I placed the clothes over the chair near her desk. Finally, I slid the soccer equipment to the floor next to her soccer bag.
There my sin has been told. Yet it is not enough to declare it. My young daughter must now face the gallows for my craven deed. Oh how I beseech thee. Place not the blame upon her snowy white soul. Know it was I, her flawed yet loving father who caused this deadline to be eclipsed. In darkness and despair I await your adjudication.
It all started innocently enough, a young child heading to bed. A pile of clothes, papers and soccer equipment lying over the foot of the bed. I should note that it is my daughters habit of lying important items at the foot of her bed.
She stands a mere shade over four feet tall and with her beds length approaching six and half feet; there really is plenty of room at the foot of her bed. Yet I am never at ease with items lying there. Is it because important items could be flung during a fit of sleep? Or perhaps it all goes back to a distant dark and suppressed memory. I sadly do not know the answer. Yet the damage is done is it not?
The crisp, neat and oh so very completed homework pages sat neatly, easily at the foot of her bed. I went in her room for the nightly ceremony of sock removal and goodnight kisses. Struck was I by the sight, no the commotion of the sorted pile there at the end of her bed. Was it a devils whisper that possessed me? Tormented as I was I clutched the homework in my hands. My head was swimming; I could not make sense of my next actions. Nor do I wish the Teacher in any way to forgive or even attempt to understand my grievous act.
With the homework in hand I reached over to the dresser and placed it next to the fish tank. Further I placed the clothes over the chair near her desk. Finally, I slid the soccer equipment to the floor next to her soccer bag.
There my sin has been told. Yet it is not enough to declare it. My young daughter must now face the gallows for my craven deed. Oh how I beseech thee. Place not the blame upon her snowy white soul. Know it was I, her flawed yet loving father who caused this deadline to be eclipsed. In darkness and despair I await your adjudication.
kyra:
thank you! 
kellyjoy:
Happy Birthday!!!