"Barefoot?!"
"Yes, barefoot, Kim. This is totally, totally going down!"
"You do realize that there's all sorts of bullshit bugs and thorns and ticks and probably sharp rocks in that field right? You know this right?"
The man sat sideways in the driver seat with his legs hanging out of the open car door. He untied his shoes and began pulling his sock from his feet, throwing the lot into the car's floorboard. He never shifted his eyes from the wide, brilliant green field splayed-out along the side of the country road where they sat with the motor off.
"There's no 'sharp rocks' out there, Kim! Jesus! ...Just dew, morning dew, and soft, tall field grass! It's gonna' be incredible, and Jake and I totally have to just run through it real quick!"
"You said we're going to 'frolic,' Daddy?"
"Oh, yeah, right! Well, you better believe we're gonna' frolic, buddy! You ready? 'Cause yo' mama is being a party-pooper!"
"I am NOT a 'party pooper!' I'm just saying that this..."
"I'm ready daddy!"
"Good man, pal! Us guys then! Boom!"
"Jacob, hunny, at least YOU wear YOUR shoes!"
"Kim, look, there comes a time in the life of NOT just a father and son but a WHOLE family where it is required that we act upon spontaneity and dive into THESE such moments of unruly behavior to take advanced of the greatness that life has!! Just look at that amazing field! It's a photo or a painting or, like, a scene from 'Dances with Wolves' or whatever that movie was where the couple frolicked through the field!"
"It totally was not 'Dances with Wolves'!"
"Okay, whatever, but Jacob and I are gonna attack that field out there and get all that beautiful, cool morning dew n'stuff all up over us!"
The man turned and quickly turned the key of the car's ignition on, and the ignition bell chimed repeatedly. He quickly leaned backwards and against his wife's shoulder and turned on the car's radio then tuned the radio to a local classic rock station and turned the volume up loudly.
"Ooooh! 'Boston!' ...PERFECT! 'It's more than a feeeeeelin' - MORE THAN A FEEEEELIN'....!' You ready, Jake?"
"Yup!"
The man jumped up from the seat; the boy did the same; and, the two bolted down a short embankment on the side of the road, hand-in-hand, and started running into the damp, waist-high grass. It was soft and welcoming, and it bent over gently and padded each of their every footfalls. It felt like running on a mattress... a grass mattress.
"I'm gonna' getcha, pal!" The man said, running in the direction of his son. He tackled him gently, and the two fell laughing into the soft grass. But, as they got to their feet to set off again, a pony-tailed-barefooted blur in a pink fleece pull-over rocketed past them, slapping the husband in the butt.
"Last one to that far off tree has to unload the dishwasher when we get home!!!!"
"Yes, barefoot, Kim. This is totally, totally going down!"
"You do realize that there's all sorts of bullshit bugs and thorns and ticks and probably sharp rocks in that field right? You know this right?"
The man sat sideways in the driver seat with his legs hanging out of the open car door. He untied his shoes and began pulling his sock from his feet, throwing the lot into the car's floorboard. He never shifted his eyes from the wide, brilliant green field splayed-out along the side of the country road where they sat with the motor off.
"There's no 'sharp rocks' out there, Kim! Jesus! ...Just dew, morning dew, and soft, tall field grass! It's gonna' be incredible, and Jake and I totally have to just run through it real quick!"
"You said we're going to 'frolic,' Daddy?"
"Oh, yeah, right! Well, you better believe we're gonna' frolic, buddy! You ready? 'Cause yo' mama is being a party-pooper!"
"I am NOT a 'party pooper!' I'm just saying that this..."
"I'm ready daddy!"
"Good man, pal! Us guys then! Boom!"
"Jacob, hunny, at least YOU wear YOUR shoes!"
"Kim, look, there comes a time in the life of NOT just a father and son but a WHOLE family where it is required that we act upon spontaneity and dive into THESE such moments of unruly behavior to take advanced of the greatness that life has!! Just look at that amazing field! It's a photo or a painting or, like, a scene from 'Dances with Wolves' or whatever that movie was where the couple frolicked through the field!"
"It totally was not 'Dances with Wolves'!"
"Okay, whatever, but Jacob and I are gonna attack that field out there and get all that beautiful, cool morning dew n'stuff all up over us!"
The man turned and quickly turned the key of the car's ignition on, and the ignition bell chimed repeatedly. He quickly leaned backwards and against his wife's shoulder and turned on the car's radio then tuned the radio to a local classic rock station and turned the volume up loudly.
"Ooooh! 'Boston!' ...PERFECT! 'It's more than a feeeeeelin' - MORE THAN A FEEEEELIN'....!' You ready, Jake?"
"Yup!"
The man jumped up from the seat; the boy did the same; and, the two bolted down a short embankment on the side of the road, hand-in-hand, and started running into the damp, waist-high grass. It was soft and welcoming, and it bent over gently and padded each of their every footfalls. It felt like running on a mattress... a grass mattress.
"I'm gonna' getcha, pal!" The man said, running in the direction of his son. He tackled him gently, and the two fell laughing into the soft grass. But, as they got to their feet to set off again, a pony-tailed-barefooted blur in a pink fleece pull-over rocketed past them, slapping the husband in the butt.
"Last one to that far off tree has to unload the dishwasher when we get home!!!!"
Few motorists traveled along the country road that
morning, but those who happened by all slowed and ALL smiled, taking in the
same scene playing out before them: An
abandon new-model four-door with three of its doors wide open and its radio
blaring, a woman's tennis shoes and socks flung onto the hood, and a family of
three in the distant field, barefoot, running and leaping and laughing hysterically...
despite any chance encounters with bugs or thorns or ticks or even sharp rocks.
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