Entitlement
Jul. 3rd, 2009 05:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayThe little boy and I were driving back to the city from Green Lakes State Park where we'd bought an "Empire Passport," good for admission to any New York State park for the rest of the year. My plan was to have a place where he could invite a friend or two from Kindergarten, now that everyone's out of school for the summer.
As we drove, I was thinking aloud about some of the ways we might enhance the fun and comfort of our days on the beach.
"You know what we should get?" I asked rhetorically. "We should get two beach chairs."
"Oh," he said, "one for you and one for me."
"Yeah, that's right," I said. "Except on the days when Grandma goes with us. Then your little butt is gonna be sitting in the sand."
"Well," he says, "what if my little butt doesn't like sitting in the sand?"
As we drove, I was thinking aloud about some of the ways we might enhance the fun and comfort of our days on the beach.
"You know what we should get?" I asked rhetorically. "We should get two beach chairs."
"Oh," he said, "one for you and one for me."
"Yeah, that's right," I said. "Except on the days when Grandma goes with us. Then your little butt is gonna be sitting in the sand."
"Well," he says, "what if my little butt doesn't like sitting in the sand?"
