Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Chapter 11, Page 14 It falls to her

Nothing brings a family together like a thunder storm.

Let's be fair, first of all. Dad could sleep through an air raid siren, a little thunder and a screaming baby aren't going to even register. Besides, Mom is the one with the nurturing instincts. Dad's job is to chase bats out of the bedroom.

More on that later.

7 comments:

Brian, aka Aluwir, aka Norski said...

:D

Dan (AKA Croatoan5376@Yahoo.com) said...

You know, the bit about chasing bats out of the room takes me back to when I was about 10 or 12 years old and woke up to my Mom standing over me, frantically trying to swat a bat out of the air with a broom.

My brother and I slept with a loaded baseball bat and tennis racket, respectively, for the next week.

Brigid said...

@Dan: LOL! I can imagine. Though I remember being intensely disappointed that the bat hadn't visited my room. At least while I was conscious. (I take after Dad. Wild elephants could move in next door and I wouldn't notice.)

Journo-SEAL said...

My mom is kind of the same. I remember she once told me she slept through an earthquake.

Brigid said...

@Journo: A handy trait, if somewhat dangerous in such cases. (I'm hoping it was a fairly minor earthquake.)

Journo-SEAL said...

@Brigid: I heard it was a big one. Not too sure though since I wasn't around at the time.

Brigid said...

@Journo: Wow. Well, at least she's still around.