Even though we live in town with a little postage stamp yard (I’m not complaining, I really love it) Grant put up an awesome clothesline at my request. As I grew up in the country where a clothesline was integral to normalcy, it makes me feel very at home.
My Mom likes to tell the story of how she would leave me in my baby seat thing (sorry, I don’t know baby stuff very well) and my older brother inside while she hung laundry out on the line. I would be happy, everything would be fine. Then she would get a few steps outside, and I would start crying. Back in she would come, to see Jason sitting quietly by my side, apparently nothing amiss. She would get me calmed down, then out she would go, and the crying would begin again. Repeat.
So, one time, she pretended to go outside, but peeked back in. Her sleuthing revealed to her that, as soon as she left, my brother would start pinching me. It turned out all the ensuing noise I made post pinch was interesting to him.
Mom loves telling that story, Jason still loves to test and tweak and experiment, and I still don’t like being pinched. I think of this story often while hanging out my own laundry, and I’m the happier for it. #memories #pinchme
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