I told them a thousand times if I told them once:Stop fooling around, I said, with straw and sticks;They won’t hold up; you’re taking an awful chance.Brick is the stuff to build with, solid bricks.You want to be impractical, go ahead.But just remember, I told them; wait and see.You’re making a big mistake. Awright, I said,But when the wolf comes, don’t come running to me.
The funny thing is, they didn’t. There they sat,One in his crummy yellow shack, and oneUnder his roof of twigs, and the wolf ateThem, hair and hide. Well, what is done is done.But I’d been willing to help them, all along,If only they’d once admitted they were wrong.
After teaching my niece to ride a two-wheeler, one day later she came zooming down our slight slope showing off, and realized she was heading for the steeper part of the street. She panicked, started wobbling, and down she went. She had slowed pretty much and wasn’t hurt, but I jumped all over her for trying to drag her feet (which is how I taught her to balance) instead of using the brake, not giving her a chance to cry. Then neighbors came by and I told them how she had been riding for two days and only now took her first spill. So now my niece knows falls are routine and to be expected, and a crying jag and fear of bikes averted.
Lee Cox about 7 years ago
No wonder people lost respect for him. That’s what you get for making everything about YOU, Charlie Brown!
orinoco womble about 7 years ago
I told them a thousand times if I told them once:Stop fooling around, I said, with straw and sticks;They won’t hold up; you’re taking an awful chance.Brick is the stuff to build with, solid bricks.You want to be impractical, go ahead.But just remember, I told them; wait and see.You’re making a big mistake. Awright, I said,But when the wolf comes, don’t come running to me.
The funny thing is, they didn’t. There they sat,One in his crummy yellow shack, and oneUnder his roof of twigs, and the wolf ateThem, hair and hide. Well, what is done is done.But I’d been willing to help them, all along,If only they’d once admitted they were wrong.
(“The Builders” by Sara Henderson Hay)
JohnFarson19 about 7 years ago
The "I"s have it, Chuck
GirlGeek Premium Member about 7 years ago
Jesus frigging Christ, Patty, no. I know he’s being a bit obnoxious but no.
steverinoCT about 7 years ago
After teaching my niece to ride a two-wheeler, one day later she came zooming down our slight slope showing off, and realized she was heading for the steeper part of the street. She panicked, started wobbling, and down she went. She had slowed pretty much and wasn’t hurt, but I jumped all over her for trying to drag her feet (which is how I taught her to balance) instead of using the brake, not giving her a chance to cry. Then neighbors came by and I told them how she had been riding for two days and only now took her first spill. So now my niece knows falls are routine and to be expected, and a crying jag and fear of bikes averted.
Charlie Tuba about 7 years ago
Be easy on CB! He’s just a little boy!
Petemejia77 about 7 years ago
The original mansplainer!