Two Peas in an iPod

Sometimes I sit here on the stump of some giving tree and look down upon all I've sewn and think that it is good.  At other times, I stand and walk the sandy beaches of my own Kitty Hawk, searching for lost keys and shakers of salt, and I think such things as sometimes two rights can make a wrong, and I fight the desire to fly.

You see, my two boys, wonderful as they are, tend to drive me crazy when thrown together.  They grab, poke, pull and whine.  It's enough to drive me to wine.  Is 8:30 in the morning on a Thursday too early to start drinking?

What compounds my frustration is how well-behaved they each are on their own.  They are sweet and good.  I'm happy to be with them and miss them when we're apart.

Yet, like some evil spin on the Wonder Twins, the slightest touch between them creates the form of a raging bull and a bucket of tears. I won't even get into Gleek.

As I write this they are playing together by my feet.  Well.  They are being cute and loving and making me regret the inevitable submission of this post.  Damn ratings week.

What it usually boils down to is that the youngest, Thing 2, wants to be around Thing 1.  Always.  Thing 1, like Francis in Stripes, doesn't want anyone touching his stuff.  He doesn't want any meathooks on it.  He also doesn't want anyone calling him Francis. 

Thing 1 has limits.  He does not like them pushed.  Thing 2 is a pusher.  He is Ice-T, he don't ask, he just bogards, which I understand is slang for bogarts.  Which of course is also slang.  New slang when you notice the stripes.  I don't know what that means, but I thought it was nice of The Shins to tie everything together for me.

To be honest, Thing 2 gets in my stuff too.  He has rearranged my CD collection many times a day, every day, for months now (he is really into David Gray right now).  The only difference is, that unlike Thing 1, I don't knock him the head for it.

I just pan him off on his brother.

Then I sit on my stump and watch the apples that have fallen from my tree.  It is good.

Comments

[Peter]

My thing 1 is 3 and thing 2 is 19 months. Same story.

[Darren a/k/a Clare's Dad]

Kitty Hawk...two rights make a wrong. I like that. Good post.

[Jason]

Lighten up, Francis.

Sorry, couldn't resist the Stripes reference. That's what my father used to tell my somewhat tightly wound brother when he got a little intense.

We only have the one right now, but I know my time will come, and if the apple falls like it did before the younger will be the instigator.