Title: Donkeybutts and Hockey pucks: Growing Up With Parents Who Aren’t Adult Supervision
Ever seen a dog swallow a 2 lb brick of Velveeta? Have your parents ever driven one of your friends out of the house by singing disco to each other? On a trip, has your dad cut across two lanes of Interstate traffic for a waffle as big as his head? Would a table-top catapult be an appropriate gift for anyone you know?
My parents never really grew up, they’ve just been told they’re getting older. Honestly, it’s just been a matter of their toys getting bigger and more complicated. This simple fact of my life means that I have tons of great stories, like the time my dad accidentally caught himself on fire in a cornfield or the day my mom instigated a water, flour, and dishwashing liquid fight that ranged out of the house and into the yard.
They aren’t bad parents. Actually, they’re great parents. I’ve learned about both responsibility and reliability from them in all kinds of good ways. My parents taught me how to ride a motorcycle, how to fix minor issues with the toilet, and how to be the Geek that I am now. It’s all be done with tons of love and humor.
A few stories about my parents: