Sundown, spring.
A small barefoot girl discovers a watering can in our garage and decides it’s time to help the flowers.
Muddy feet and happy plants ensue.
Lighting Bug’s 2-year-oldness climbed the next rung.
When we read her favorite nursery rhymes she has started inserting comments to negate the point.
So we end up with classics like the:
“There was (not) an old woman
Who (not) lived in a shoe,
She had (no) children,
She (did know) what to do.”
And then walking home today she sang the following to herself:
“The more we (not) get together, together, together,
The more we (not) get together the happier we be.
Because your friends are (not) my friends
And my friends are (not) your friends
The more we (not) get together, the happier we be”
An anthem for our divided nation if ever I heard one.
Things my two-year-old reminds me:
Why simply step off a curb or the bottom step of a staircase, when you can HOP off it?
MAR
2025
About the Author:
Eric Coble is a Tony-, Pulitzer- and Emmy-nominated playwright who lives in Cleveland. After raising two children to adulthood he and his wife are now raising toddler "Lightning Bug”. His stories are all true.