The former Mrs. Jumbo and I never got startled when the Shepkids fell down as toddlers.
You’ve seen it when two years hit the ground, they look for mommy and daddy to react. When a baby starts to walk, it’s like watching a drunk midget.
We hung bubble wrap all over when George was born. By the time Hazel moved in… the house was like the wild, wild west.
But when all three of them would tumble to the floor, we would ask them, “what do you do after you fall down?”
Life is full of wipe outs and collisions. I fell down and hit my head on the coffee table in 1968 and I did it again in 1988. I don’t have a coffee table today or I might still be doing it.
Try not to fall down on this three day weekend. Binge on a new television program. Bang out something flavorful in the crockpot and bump fuzzies with someone who makes you tingle.
…. and move your shadow down a sunny path. It looks to be brisk and sunny in Chicagoland over the next few days.
Look for Jumbo and the Shepkids at Parky's Hot Dog's Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Maybe we will go both days. I’ll buy you a hotdog if I see you there…. With Mustard, no ketchup!
