Blister On The Moon

A person stopped me on the street the other day and asked why I wear nail polish…

I looked at her and asked: “What wouldn’t you do for your daughters and sons?”

The person paused and said nothing.

I spoke again:

“My 7-year-old wants an allowance and my wife and I don’t believe in entitlement so Mom get’s her to sweep the floors and wipe down the tables at the Restaurant and I give rewards based on how much fun we can have while we learn or practice a new skill.

This week.  My daughter wanted to know what it was like to run her own nail salon so my wife paid for me to get gel-nails on my thumb and picking fingers…I’ve been playing guitar for 31 years and I only ever use my fingers but they keep breaking…

My daughter charged me the “customer” rate of $1.00 per finger and not the $0.25 per hand family rate that she made her 13-year-old brother pay.  I was able to negotiate with her and got to choose my own colours so…

I chose my 12-year-old daughter’s…who I may never see again because I’m the worst father in the world…two favorite colours and allowed my nails to be painted…

I also figure that if my 13-year-old 70lb, vegan son who faces several learning challenges because of aspergers…sorry…A.S.D…can wear nail polish into his grade 8 classroom where he has been bullied for his A.S.D…then a 45-year-old man…bald…fat…and angry…can wear it too…”

The lady was very nice and we now talk on a frequent basis…

Learning by Example

If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?

— Laurence J. Peter

 

 

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