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June 5th, 2012

Wicked, wicked child

Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. You can comment here or there.

So there I was, on a 10-K hike around the local lake early in the morning with the Human Tape Recorder.  This was remarkable in itself, not because she’s not into hiking 10 kilometers, but because she’s 13 and usually sleeps past noon on weekends.  Nevertheless, she had agreed that getting up and stepping out seemed like a good plan that morning, and there we were.

We’d been walking a little over an hour with about 2 kilometers to go, when I noticed that the trees – it’s a full canopy – cleared out in about 300, maybe 400 yards.  It looked like the light at the end of a long, green tunnel, and I said, “Ah, there’s freedom!” 

Then I looked at my 13-yr-old daughter and, thinking to perhaps add some extra PT to our already industrious walk, asked her, “So, from here, looking at that break in the trees in the light there, if something big and hungry started chasing us right now, do you think you could run all the way to the light?”

She turned her head, looked me up and down, and said, “I wouldn’t have to.”

Well played, nasty evil wicked child, well played. 

 



Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!