Footprints

I told this story at least twice this week, possibly more.  I have always admired the clarity of my son*s response.  That piece of newsprint was taped to the side of the refrigerator for years.  I don*t want to do this anymore.  This week I let go of two or three things, one of them was large.  Or at least it felt large.  Next week I need to clean off my feet, find fresh socks and shoes, and wait for the next thing to come along.  

The preschool exercise

Was to dip feet

In black paint,

Then walk across

A long strip of newsprint.

The teacher wrote

What the child said

Afterward

In a thought balloon

Next to the footprints.

It*s wet

This is fun

My feet felt squishy

The teacher was faithful

To their words.

My son

Age three

Arrived home

With his long strip of newsprint,

Footprints black and even.

The thought balloon read:

I don*t want to do this anymore.