Being from a family of nine kids, I can relate to Anthony’s princely feeling. Maybe all that attention is exactly why I thought it was a fun to have my tonsils out twice and on my birthday to boot!
“Come down this instant; you are going to fall and break your neck!”
“Careful with that knife; you don’t want to cut your finger off.”
“Don’t come crying to me if you fall and break your leg.
“Pay attention; you’ll poke out your eye.”
That last warning about the eyes? .
Suddenly the dramatic over statement became a reality one Sunday evening.
All the kids had simply flopped down on the Chesterfield, chairs, pillows and rug after supper. This was Walt Disney Night if you were young or Sports Night if you were a teenage boy.
The problem was that we had only one T.V. for eleven people. Half asleep, lounging on the couch, with a grin on his face, my oldest son, Matthew, had just switched the channel back to basketball yet again. In utter frustration, three-year old Lucy, who was standing up, flung a…
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