A study in contrasts…
A conversation between brothers in the van…
AR: Kate is usually the one to catch stuff in the back yard, you know, frogs and stuff, but when she catches it she’s not fair because she pets it but then she wont’ let us pet it. She says, “It’s tired, it needs to rest.” Then she puts it in a box and won’t let us pet it.
DB: I don’t think Kate is the one who catches everything in the backyard. I think it’s probably Wil who catches everything because he’s the brave one.
WT: Yeah, Andrew I’m the brave one because you and Kate are afraid to catch a toad.
AR: (in quiet voice, with proverbial tail between the legs) I’m not AFRAID to catch a toad… (quieter now so as not to offend momma with what he’s about to say because gentlemen do not say such words in front of ladies) it’s just that I don’t want it to tinkle on my hands.
DB: Well, you can always wash your hands, you know.
WT: (in pleased-to help-my-big-brother-voice) Yeah, Andrew, you don’t even have to do that. You can do like I do. I just spit on my hands, rub ‘em together and wipe ‘em on my shirt. Easy.”
Perhaps I don’t need to know everything.
