We Did OK

Your mom and me, we did ok when were little like you. 

There’s three of you but there were only two of us so we fought a little bit more.  Actually, we fought a lot more.

There just wasn’t any room back then; the world was so small.  She was always in my way and I was always in hers, so we fought.  You kids have all the space now, plus there’s so much more to do.  You two young ones each have a tablet and Dominique just got a phone and you can watch any show without commercials.  Or you can play a million games or whatever.

When we were little, your mom and me, there were only three things to do:


Watch one of the 6 channels on TV until Mom made you turn it off.

Do something stupid outside.

Eat something.


  Since there were only three things to do, Me and Becca (Rebecca, your mom) we fought more than you guys, and we fought well.  Seriously, we made an art of it. You kids are amateurs.  One time I locked her out of the house for 2 hours while our parents were out shopping.  For real. I locked all the doors and the windows and didn’t let her in.  She had to break one of the old window sills with a stick and crawl back in and when she did, she Indian burned both of my arms and kicked my ankle until it bruised.  Then she snitched on me when our parents got back.  But I still got her and she never forgot it.  We had a lot of times like that.

Yeah, we fought but we did ok too.   We laughed and talked and did Mad-Libs and rode our bikes together sometimes.  Becca would even give me advice sometimes because she was older and that was her job.   We played Nintendo when our mom let us (which was hardly) and we watched a lot of the same TV shows on one of the 6 channels. Sometimes we didnt even love the show but we watched it together anyway.   That’s just how it was back then.