Yesterday we were at my brother’s celebrating my nephew’s 6th birthday. My brother was showing off his fancy bracelet. He had received it, courtesy of the local hospital where they had all been until 2 a.m. that morning. It turns out my brother has a digestive issue that ultimately required general anesthesia to resolve but then he arrived home, good as new, except for a bit of a sore throat.
After a water battle involving balloons, water gun-type weapons, hoses & pails, we got into a discussion. (And yes, I was the only adult involved in the water battle. What can I say? I’m the crazy mother/aunt) Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Our conversation.
We came to the conclusion that it’s a lucky thing the human race doesn’t operate on the premise “Survival of the Fittest” or none of us would have made it. Yep, we are a pathetic lot, although at least I wouldn’t have fallen to a disease. Nope. I’d just have died in childbirth.
If my survival depended on how well I battle with a water gun, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have done too well on that front, either. Although, I was quite outnumbered. And they knew to go right for my weak point. Yep, hit me in the face. Get the glasses wet. How could I counterattack if I couldn’t see?
Finally I just pulled the glasses off, at which point, they mocked me. “Can you see me? How many fingers do I have up?”
Ah, yes. Lucky thing I don’t have to worry about being the fittest to survive.