Sunday, April 20, 2008

I can't take it any more

This weekend I tackled a task I had been putting off for as long as I could. My in-laws had given our children a trampoline for a Christmas present, and the 200 pound coffin shaped box had been ominously sitting in the garage since then. My children, even my wife had been after me to assemble this thing, but I knew what it would entail. Lots of small pieces, and a fold out sheet of cryptic directions, written by a man from far away who has only at best a passing knowledge of English.

But a friend came over to help (thanks Neil!) and a short, painful, three hours later it was done. But the kids love it. They spent Saturday bouncing away into oblivion.

Another Sam quote: In the kitchen Sam walks past me, saying to no one in particular, "I need to have desert now! I can't take it any more!" It was about Three O'clock in the afternoon.

"Sam, what can't you take?" I ask him.

"All the guilt. I just can't take all the guilt." He says, shaking his five year old head as he walks out of the room.

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