At the end of a summer vacation, these are knees I trust.
They show evidence of
tumbles from the monkey bars
trips down the new brick path
scrounging in the garden for ripe plum tomatoes
falls off the scooter
bang-ups on the soccer field
and one,
random
poke with the evil end of a kids’ tooth flosser,
obtained
during a fit of wild and rammy
bedtime dancing
to the national anthem of The Philippines.
I appreciate these knees. They have not lounged on the couch.
by
Jocelyn
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I will never accept the independence of the Philippines, or dancing to musical-based claims of same.
so the antidote to the adolescent sloth i witness is “good oral hygeine: the patriotic musical?”
Me too. I think bruises on knees are a sign of a busy kid.
But that flosser scares me.
I totally get this. My husband gets a kick out of how I can point at every scar around my knees and say, “This was my bicycle wreck, this was the mini-bike crash, this was when Billy pushed me down the cliff, this was when Franky tried to throw me in the pool” etc. You know you were really out there living as a child when your knees tell the story.
I love the battered legs of an active kid. My own sn could have posed for this picture. Now that I look at them, mine are a little less than pristine as well.
“obtained
during a fit of wild and rammy
bedtime dancing
to the national anthem of The Philippines. “
Bwahahahaha.
Lovely! Alas, one of the three sets of knees here sits tucked under a keyboard way too much of the time! Happy new school year! Hope the renters are in ALL your classes?
Ironically, Filipinos are known for their irrational aversion to flossing.
My kids spent all day jumping on the trampoline while being showered by a sprinkler.
Cute knees.
As a kid I was more accident prone than busy. But hey, if my parents thought I was out playing instead of watching Scooby-doo, due to my knees, well, hey, who am I to complain??
Awwww. In rammy dancing we trust.
They play the national anthem of The Philippines in MN? Who knew?
I’ve done all sorts of painfull things to my knees, and yet they aren’t scarred. My knees are INDESTRUCTABLE! I have superhero knees.
As a child of the 50’s, my knees still proudly evidence the constant activity we had as kids…as opposed to many kids I know today! Here’s to Battle Wounds from Bygone Bicycle Bang-ups!!
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