Friday, January 4, 2013

Cold Hands, Warm Heart least that's what I'd like to think.

You see, my hands are pretty much always freezing.  I don't think it's an aging thing, seems they've been cold as long as I can remember.  And these days, as I'm the smallest Parsons in the house, these frigid appendages are my main line of defense.

You say something I don't like...I lovingly place my hand on your cheek.

You refuse to do a chore I've asked you to...I encourage you to follow my directions by gently touching you on your bare back. 

You become a total spazz and blather on and on...I convince you to stop by putting both hands on your bare stomach.

This morning after several such incidences...

Little guy:  "You should go up in the sky and touch the atmosphere and make it snow."

Me:  "Aha, I have a new super power!"

I'll do my best to use it for good and not evil.

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