Friday, December 30, 2005
Exit: The age of innocence
Enter: BOYHOOD
We were sitting at the table, finishing our breakfast when Kobe just stood up, opened his mouth and let his oatmeal fall out all over the table. This was just the last of several "bad choice" moments we'd had in just the short hour we'd been awake. I just stared at Kobe in disbelief and dismay. "Kobe," I began, "where did all your good behavior go?"
"It went Bye-Bye, Mama. They put it on a dump truck, and put DIRT on it!"
Enter: BOYHOOD
We were sitting at the table, finishing our breakfast when Kobe just stood up, opened his mouth and let his oatmeal fall out all over the table. This was just the last of several "bad choice" moments we'd had in just the short hour we'd been awake. I just stared at Kobe in disbelief and dismay. "Kobe," I began, "where did all your good behavior go?"
"It went Bye-Bye, Mama. They put it on a dump truck, and put DIRT on it!"
