Shawn and I visited one of the local display gardens in Raleigh today and marveled at the signs of spring all around. At one point we sat down at an overlook just to enjoy the morning and the sounds of the birds twittering love songs all around us. It was a special moment and there is no one I would rather sit in a garden with than Shawn.
Suddenly our solitude was interrupted by the sounds of heavy foot steps coming toward us from behind. I was on full alert expecting at least a 500 pound bear. It was a 6 year old boy wearing heavy rubber galoshes and sloshing along as best he could in those over sized shoes.
The boy nodded to me then went right past the bench where we were seated, climbed the retaining wall and leaned on the protective fence. I was just getting ready to step into Dad mode and caution him to be careful when I heard an angry voice yelling “Dillon, that’s not safe!” It was the big sister, maybe 11, and she was in total Boss mode.
Sisters! Now I never had one of my own. I picked up a couple when I got married so my experience is limited. Dillon seemed to have plenty of experience with his sister and he was an independent kind of man who did not want to be nagged or called down by that sister so he yelled back, “I told you my name is not Dillon!” This little girl was not about to be out- maneuvered by a pipsqueak 6 year old so she asked in a rather icy voice, “Oh yeah! Then what is your name?”
Dillon paused nearly 5 seconds before he snarled back, “My name is Volcano!” Then he climbed down from the fence, brushed past his sister and hauled his boots back down the path into obscurity. Volcano. Yes, I think that might be a great name.
Kids. You’ve got to love them.