After I dropped the first three boys yesterday, Mr T was next, before Mr Prime Minister. By the time I dropped off Mr PM and reached down the bottom of his hill, there was Mr T waiting for me, changed out of his long pants and into knee length shorts, and no shoes!
I asked him why he ran back to meet me. He said he was going to the beach to meet his "brothers and dem" and wanted a ride. They were on the beach cooking "Lambie Waters." That's Conch broth. "Where's your shoes?" I asked him. None!
Then this morning, in the pouring rain, I spot Mr KF standing on the side of the road....no shoes! At first I didn't make him out, but he was standing on a corner so I had to slow down. I peered at this person who was wearing a bumpy head hairstyle. He smiled at me and waved.....in the rain.....barefooted.
Wondrous oblivion. My kids.
Posted by yamfoot at July 27, 2011 10:13 PM